<strong>Capítulo 2218: Chapter 2218: Ilia Danvers’s Secret</strong>


    “Haha!”


    Ilia Danvers threw an arm around Karen’s shoulder, pulling her into his embrace: “Buddy, why would I suspect you? Even if it really were you, what could happen?”


    “Haha, you scared the life out of me, it really is me.” Karen followed suit withughter.


    “Haha, I had guessed it was you. Come on, let’s find a ce to drink?” Ilia Danvers stood up, punching Karen yfully: “Little brother, stop bluffing. You’re right under my nose, how would you manage? Your big brother has to root out the mole.”


    As he spoke, his lips trembled wildly, and he stood shaking on the spot.


    “Having a rpse?” Karen asked from beside, long ustomed to it.


    Almost every so often, it could be half an hour or an hour, Ilia Danvers would have an episode like this.


    But it would pass shortly each time, and he would return to normal.


    “Ah…” Ilia Danvers twisted his neck, painfully roaring: “This cursed thing, such obvious side effects! Luckily, my stamina is strong and my skills are high, otherwise it would’ve tortured me to death by now.”


    He crouched on the ground, covered in sweat.


    His face pale as paper.


    “Indeed, there’s no free lunch in the world. To gain such formidable power, a price must be paid. It’s always been this way since ancient times.” Ilia Danvers slowly stood up, his lips quivering slightly. “But… drinking won’t make much difference.”


    “That’s good, I was really afraid you’d have trouble at the checkout and make me pay.” Karen chuckled beside him.


    “Brother, you’re just my type. Let’s take a stroll, Terry Moore’s survival doesn’t matter much, if the dragon dies, then they’re in trouble. I prefer you so I didn’t n to kill Terry Moore.” Ilia Danvers led Karen deeper into the snowy ins: “But now, it’s possible that it won’t be me trying to kill him.”


    “What do you mean?” Karen frowned and asked: “Terry Moore is my buddy, I can’t just watch him die.”


    “You haven’t got the skills, so let’s see if Julius Reed can withstand it. If he can, your buddy will be fine. But I think it’s unlikely.” Ilia Danvers led Karen further away, followed by some guards.


    “Where are we going?” Karen spoke suspiciously: “You’re not nning to find a ce to kill me, are you?”


    “No, of course not. Up ahead is Mont’s post station.” Ilia Danvers pointed to a patch of snow not far away, smiling: “Don’t you think I’m being a bit dramatic? Is there really nothing Julius Reed can’t handle in the world? But I’m telling you, there really is.”


    “This world is so wonderful. The more you know, the more you understand, the smaller you feel. But at the same time, you be more hysterical and your ambition swells even further!”


    “Alright, let’s drink.” Ilia Danvers stretched out his arms, bracing himself, and suddenly lifted his hands up!


    “Open!”


    Bang!


    A deep rumble.


    The snow began to shake.


    Soon after, a building started to rise from the ground!


    Snow continuously fell from the building, slowly revealing its true form.


    A vermillion-painted door appeared in the snow.


    On it were three words.


    Mont Residence.


    “What the heck is this?”


    A building appearing on level ground made Karen a bit surprised.


    But the surprise was only short-lived.


    To such a prominent presence, this meant nothing at all.


    What he was thinking was, what did Ilia Danvers truly mean when he spoke earlier?


    Something or someone that Julius Reed couldn’t withstand?


    And it involved Terry Moore?


    If his actions indeed inadvertently ced Terry Moore in danger, Karen would risk his life to save him.


    “Absent-minded, still mulling over what I said earlier?” Ilia Danvers pushed open the door, seemingly noticing Karen’s odd demeanor, pulling him to his side: “It’s useless. Let fate decide and do everything you can.”


    “I’m still curious.” Karen wanted to inquire further but Ilia Danvers gave him no chance.


    Inside the building, a firece burned.


    There were tables and chairs inside, with prepared wine.


    “Have a drink, wait a moment. It won’t be long before you understand.” Ilia Danvers filled Karen’s cup to the brim with a very unnatural expression: “Not many make Ilia a drinks servant. Come, drink!”


    The moment he raised his cup, he painfully copsed over the table.


    His body continuously convulsing.


    “Another rpse?” Karen drained his cup in one gulp, sitting on a chair, silently watching.


    In Ilia Danvers’ eyes, the shadow of a golden dragon flickered.


    That golden dragon seemed eager to emerge, but each time was restrained by an unknown force.


    Through the pupils, Karen clearly felt the dragon roaring!


    Trying to break through barriers!


    And Ilia Danversy unconscious on the table.


    The frequency was increasing.


    Karen recalled that previously it urred no more than three times a day.


    Now, within an hour, it’s already happened twice.


    If this continues, the frequency may increase even further, putting Ilia Danvers in a constant state of struggle.


    This is an extremely dangerous sign.


    Initially, Karen was concerned about his own safety.


    But now, his mind was filled with thoughts of Terry Moore.


    “Damn it!”


    Bang!


    Ilia Danvers mmed his fist on the table, his eyes bloodshot!


    He struggled to stand, stumbling to the firece, vomiting incessantly.


    “Damn it! Damn it, you won’te out!”


    The mes in the firece leapt wildly, and yellow fluid flowed continuously from his mouth.


    “Are you okay?” Karen approached him with a handkerchief and water: “What’s happening?”


    “Haha, Karen, if I told you there’s a dragon in my body, would you believe it?” Ilia Danvers rinsed his mouth, leaning against the wall, gasping heavily.


    “Thanks.” He took the handkerchief and wiped his face. “It really is suffering. But give it another month; as long as I withstand it, he will bepletely absorbed by me, fused as one.”


    Ilia Danvers suddenly pulled off his shirt, revealing his strong muscles.


    On his chest, there was a transparent section.


    The material was simr to what Vernon Radcliffe possessed before.


    It’s a young dragon scale.


    Such dragon scales were transparent but exceptionally robust.


    Through the transparent dragon scale, Ilia Danvers’ body had a dragon relentlessly meandering.


    Constantly trying to sh and escape from the body.


    It seemed that the dragon was tired.


    But as soon as it paused, countless slender red lines fell upon it, beginning to drain the dragon’s power.


    The dragon immediately was provoked, starting to struggle fiercely!


    With each struggle, Ilia Danvers would sit on the ground in extreme pain.


    “This…” Karen waspletely stupefied.


    It was his first time witnessing such a thing inside a person.


    “But what about your heart?” Karen looked for a while but couldn’t find his heart.


    Could it have been eaten by the dragon?


    Yet without a heart, how can a person live?


    “I have seven hearts, this is just one of them. If one goes missing, so be it.” Ilia Danvers raised his head and closed his eyes.