Shortly after Emperor Polemos finished instructing his subordinates, he returned his attention to Albion.
"My Lord, would you like me to arrange someone to give you a tour around Damocles while I prepare the big banquet? Or should I take you to your living quarters to rest?"
"Before that, what is the wifi password in this place?" Albion casually asked with his phone in hand before adding, "I don't have any reception here."
"What the f*ck is the wifi password?" Polemos spoke without hesitation.
Albion immediately paused for a moment.
Shortly after, he looked up at Polemos, his brows crumpled into a frown before asking with an exasperated expression, "How the f*ck would I know? Isn't that why I am asking you?"
"Err…" Polemos froze for a moment before coughing awkwardly, "Ahem, you misunderstood me, my Lord. What I meant is 'What the f*ck is the wifi password?' IS the wifi password."
"Excuse me?"
Albion was immediately taken aback with an aghasted expression.