Sebastian guided the chariot away from the market district towards the Milk Walls.
Getting inside through secret passages wasn't that good, especially considering he had to keep his undead on the other side of the walls, but it wasn't like he had an alternative.
As the rune master and his undead approached the Milk Walls, Sebastian tried to remember if there was someone who could translate the journal.
He would simply go there instead of asking for someone to find a guy who could do that.
The problem was that Somnium's ancient documents were rare, and there were few people who could do this kind of job or who were interested in searching to find out what happened in this place.
The few ones that did worked for the four sacred clans, as much as he knew. So, the Rune master did not know who to contact.
Besides, in Somnium, fighting and killing were all that mattered. Well, aside from becoming rich, of course.
