After listening to Little Sally's wish, Albion began to think about a big problem—the language barrier.
There was no problem between him and the wolf-girls. But being his subordinates, they would also need to interact with other subordinates under him.
However, this cannot be done if there cannot even communicate.
'There has to be a way…' Albion mused.
According to some cultivation novels, there were some special techniques that allow immortal cultivators to transmit their knowledge and skill to others with a simple touch of their fingers.
Undoubtedly, the Dark Emperor had something similar to train so many subordinates and raised such a large underworld force that terrorized the world for millenniums.
'You know what I want, right? Goldfinger?'
Albion turned to Goldfinger for an answer, finding it troublesome to search for it himself when he could get an immediate response just by asking.
Ding!
