As soon as Anon's voice reached Frank's ears, a smile spread across his face.
"I'll go and prepare some more slave contracts then," Frank said, rising from his seat and walking away.
Anon smiled, satisfied with the response, as he watched Frank depart.
Growing bored, Anon retrieved a cigar from his inventory and prepared to light it. But before he could take a puff, a hand snatched the cigar from his mouth brutally.
"You're not allowed to smoke inside the academy, Commoner," a voice admonished.
Anger surged through Anon. His eyes turned red, and his head throbbed with rage and veins popped up. He had this sudden urge to sever the hand from its owner with one blow.
Yet, a woman's scent wafted to his nose, calming his tumultuous emotions. Anon regained control and looked up, a smile playing on his lips.