"My lord..."
She greeted Zong Shen with a voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
Yet Zong Shen appeared somewhat hurried, waving his hand to signal to Alanna that there was no need for formalities.
He then flipped his hand and took out a large piece of purple leather, about five or six square meters, and placed it on the workbench.
He pointed at this piece of purple leather and seriously instructed Alanna.
"Put aside your current work; there is now an urgent task for you."
"Help me use this piece of leather to make a leather pouch that can hold a rhombus-shaped object about one meter in length and sixty centimeters at its widest point."
"Try to complete it within two hours."
Seeing Zong Shen's somewhat anxious expression, Alanna rose, lightly tapped this piece of purple leather, and squinted slightly, seeming to have an idea in mind.
"Rest assured, my lord, it can be done in just half an hour."
