"Hmmm… What exactly is the problem here?" Orrun rubbed his chin, staring at the magic formation in front of him in confusion.
In his opinion, the formation was perfect. There were no flaws or imperfections like those in the formations he had created before, back when he didn't have Nolan's help.
But strangely, the formation still wouldn't work, giving him a terrible headache.
Just then, the sound of footsteps came from outside. The door opened, and Nolan stepped in with a smile on his face.
"Have some food first, old man," Nolan said, placing the food package he was carrying on the desk.
Orrun let out a long sigh, then stood up. He walked over and asked, "Is there any roasted ham?"
"There is." Nolan nodded, then walked toward the sofa and stretched his stiff body. "Eat first. Then I'll tell you what's missing from that formation."
"Huh?" Orrun froze in place. He stared at Nolan in surprise. "What did you just say? You know what's wrong with it?"
