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Chapter 47 A strong lad in the village
Chapter 47 A strong lad in the village
It seemed that the news of John Walter’s field trip had been known to everyone in the village. The
village head Lewis had been waiting outside the village with a couple of young men from the village
since this morning.
The moment John Walter came into sight on the deck chair, they rushed to him immediately and
respectfully. Lewis put on a big smile on his wrinkled face and greeted John Walter with a strong local
accent, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Walter. You’re finally here. We’ve been expecting you for a couple of
days.”
John Walter frowned and touched his nose with his hand, waving at Lewis with disgust, “Stay away Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
from me! You stink.”
Lewis had put on a new grey robe for the occasion, but years of field work had made it hard for him to
hide his earthy and sour smell.
John Walter was blunt about because he couldn’t care less about Lewis’s feelings.
Lewis’s response was surprisingly calm. He wasn’t mad at all. He took a few steps back as he had
been told and bowed to John Walter while nodding along, “Yes, you’re right. Mr. Walter, you exclusive
room is ready. Please come in and have a rest.”
“Ok, lead on!”
John Walter nodded with satisfaction. It had been really a long trip. The sex in the car and the bumpy
road had taken a toll on him. He was exhausted.
“Yes, Mr. Walter, this way please.”
Lewis immediately made way for him and showed him the way to his room.
The Village of Giant Salamanders was an isolated village with twelve households and less than fifty
residents. There was no other village in sight within a radius of one hundred miles.
All furniture and daily necessities in the village were primitive and ancient. There wasn’t even electricity,
let alone TV set, computer or refrigerator.
John Walter was put in a newly-built large wooden house. The four bodyguards stood outside the door.
Joey and Sarah were temporarily put in the next-door neighbor’s house.
There were only two people in the neighbor’s house. One of them was an old blind woman in her
sixties and the other one was a teenage lad who was strong and dark-skinned.
“Ladies, please have a seat!”
It was the first time the young man had ever met a woman from the city. He was very shy. After
cleaning the table and chairs, he came over to ask the girls to sit down.
Joey’s feet were numb from the pain. She was happy to sit down on the chair.
So did Sarah. Her legs felt weak too.
“Young man, what’s your name? How old are you?”
Sarah looked at the lad with amusement. He was dark-skinned but handsome. He was very tall and
muscular. It was the first time she had met such a strong young man.
The lad blushed under her intense gaze. He stood up politely and answered, “Everybody calls me
Marco. I’m seventeen years old.”
“Marco? Is it your nickname? What’s your real name?”
Sarah found him interesting, especially when he blushed. He would bite his lips, and there would be
dimples on his face. He was very cute but masculine.
Marco looked at Sarah in bewilderment, “Everyone in the village has called me Marco since I was a
little boy. My mother called me Marco. My fellow villagers have called me Marco. And you can call me
Marco too.”
Sarah was amused by his earnestness, “All right, we’ll call you Marco.”
While Sarah teased the young man Marco, Joey, sitting next to her, felt very painful, “Sarah, stop
messing with the boy. My feet hurt. I almost couldn’t feel anything.”
Sarah was instantly concerned about Joey’s wounds. But she wasn’t happy about what Joey had said
half-jokingly, “I wasn’t messing with him. Don’t be so judgmental. I’m glad your feet hurt. Hahaha...”
Despite of what she had said, Sarah bent over to take off Joey’s blood-stained shoes.
Marco blushed to hear Joey’s comment. He was attracted to Sarah and his heart started to race.