After leaving the capital for the harsh northern region, it would be impossible to encounter a beautiful woman who met his aesthetic standards.,He is too pathetic, his chances of winning someone's favor are low. No normal woman would want to live in the mountains.,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!”。