Harrov thought for a long while but could not come up with any results, so he finally sighed and looked towards Trisha, asking a question.
"Where is today's research material?"
"Here, Teacher." Trisha respectfully handed over a stack of manuscript papers.
Harrov casually picked up a piece of parchment and began to read it. Although the various ideas proposed by these formal wizards were full of loopholes, their wild and imaginative nature sometimes provided him with faint inspiration.
After all, that was exactly what he was lacking at the moment.
Harrov scanned through them line by line and quickly tossed them aside, then picked up the next piece of parchment and began reading again.
After reviewing a dozen or so pieces, Harrov's patience had gradually worn thin.
This issue's theoretical quality was really poor, with many theories having no factual basis at all, merely fruitless daydreaming.
It was simply a waste of his own time!
