Fourteen years old, one meter seven tall, with a gentle appearance and an air of scholarship.,The old man emerged from behind the counter. “My name is Malof, and this is my establishment. I have over twenty slaves here: some who can plant potatoes, others who can tend to horses, and even male slaves who assist with pig births!”,Women in this region, no matter how beautiful they were when they were young, would soon become obese after marriage, including women from noble families.。