"Mr. Hoffman!"
A young craftsman waved from afar: "The new batch of insect shell materials is about to be delivered! We need you to personally confirm and register the list of materials here!"
"I'm coming!"
Hoffman turned and responded. He whispered to the Countess: "My lady, the administrative work here is quite busy, and I have to keep an eye on the scene constantly..."
"I understand, you go ahead and work."
Margaret nodded.
She voluntarily disconnected the communication, and the light screen quickly dissipated. The Countess put down the block in her hand but felt uneasy, so she carefully placed it close to herself. Turning her head, she gazed at the scenery outside the window in a daze.
Sure enough, just like Hoffman had described, she saw dozens of light-seeking vehicles laden with insect shell materials sweeping across the sky, speeding towards the shipyard.
Such a flawless means of communication...
