"What a pity."
Kayson looked at Lupin and shook his head helplessly.
"What is it?" Lupin asked.
"That bottle of milk didn't work. We'll have to think of something else."
"It's fine. I've been used to it for years."
"Mm... how long until the full moon?" Kayson suddenly asked.
"About two days, I think," Lupin replied.
"Got it." Kayson placed a grindstone on the ground, took out his magical guidebook, and sat down cross-legged.
"Do you trust me?"
Lupin looked at Kayson in front of him, then at his own hand. He decisively sat down as well and placed his hand on the grindstone.
"Try to bear with it."
Kayson pressed one hand over Lupin's while using the other to turn the grindstone. One magical symbol after another flew out from it and was caught by the magical guidebook floating in midair.
"Your book is pretty good..."
Kayson looked at the bloody, mangled hand on the grindstone, then at Lupin, who was stubbornly enduring it. "You can scream, you know. The first time this thing got hold of me, I screamed like Tom Cat."
"No need. I think I can still take it."
Soon, as the magical guidebook slowly closed, Kayson took out some dittany and bandages.
At the end of the day, a grindstone only dealt ordinary physical damage. Apply dittany, and it would heal in a few minutes.
Meanwhile, Kayson held the magical guidebook and used his magical monocle to distinguish the symbols on it.
For instance, some symbols directly revealed tags for humans and magic, while another portion were tags for beasts.
Before long, he had sorted the two kinds of symbols. Figuring out how to delete them was the harder part.
"Is this thing complicated?" Lupin clenched his fist, feeling that his palm had mostly healed,