The one in charge of receiving guests wasn't some graceful and alluring beauty, but a plump woman snoring loudly sprawled out on three long benches.,Soon the gaunt Malov came over and sat down opposite Lawrence, wiping sweat from his brow and smiling: "I'm Malov, Brown.",Every time a child of the Baron Bertes reaches the age of fourteen, they are granted the right to manage a portion of the territory.。