Quadruple split.

Chapter 2856 Eyes
"What...what do you mean?"

The Sleeping Beauty from "Sleeping Beauty," only visible to Mo Tan, is a former member of the "Female Bees" under the Regent, and also a noblewoman of the Violet Empire. Monica Stewart stares blankly at the other party, bewildered, and asks, "What do you mean 'I really think you fooled her'? Don't you want to take a look at that pig girl... um, I mean, what have you done to that commander of ten thousand named Iron Thorn Grey Fang?"

Mo Tan sighed silently, toying with the Sleeping Beauty that Monica herself resided in, and said calmly, "If that's really what you think, believe me, my dear, your status among the Queen Bees will probably never surpass that of an ordinary scout in your entire life."

"Is something wrong?"

Extremely angry, Monica glared at Mo Tan and roared, "Do you dare say you didn't lie to her? Or are those absurd vows of eternal love all true feelings from the bottom of your heart?"

"of course not."

Mo Tan grinned and said leisurely, "To be honest, if she hadn't revealed her gender, I wouldn't even have been able to tell whether that piglet was male or female. As for the oath between 'Big Flower Morning Glory' and 'Iron Thorn Gray Fang,' what does it have to do with me, 'Tan Mo'?"

click-

Monica rolled her eyes and said irritably, "So you still lied to her?"

"No, no, no, darling, you must, you must, you absolutely must know one thing: the so-called 'deception' usually requires 'more than one perpetrator' and 'more than one victim'."

Mo Tan shrugged and said in a light tone, "Unfortunately, although I do meet the criteria of a perpetrator, my pig... that is, the Ironthorn Greyfang you just mentioned, she has never been an innocent victim."

Monica was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Think about it, my dear, I beg you to think about it. No matter what, my pig is a commander of ten thousand, a commander of ten thousand who, though perhaps second to none in the Steelmane Tribe, is destined to be above hundreds of thousands of piglets."

Mo Tan sighed, a look of disappointment on his face, and said with a mocking smile, "Under these circumstances, do you really think I can easily train her into a domestic pig and do whatever I want with her?"

Upon hearing this, Monica's eyes widened immediately, and she exclaimed, "But she..."

"She was very cooperative, extremely cooperative, as if she had really become a domestic pig, or 'Brother Niu's' personal 'pig,' which moved me to tears."

Mo Tan snapped his fingers, gave Monica a mischievous smile, and asked meaningfully, "But you don't think that has anything to do with so-called 'affection'?"

Monica: "...No?"

"Unfortunately, no."

Mo Tan answered without hesitation, saying in a light tone, "Although I don't know what kind of romantic story you've imagined, it's destined to be absurd and nonsense."

"..."

Monica glanced in the direction of Graytooth Village, and after a long while, reluctantly asked, "So? If she wasn't fooled by you, what's the truth?"

"The truth is that 'Brother A Niu's' suggestions and proposals hit the nail on the head regarding the ambition in Ms. Iron Thorn Gray Fang's heart, which was well hidden but had never been dormant."

Mo Tan didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "Do you remember what I said before about the surname 'Grey Fang' once dominating this part of the continent? Although those words were somewhat exaggerated, they weren't entirely unfounded. In fact, according to my investigation, the Grey Fang tribe is indeed a long-established boar-man family, and the actual controller of this 'Grey Fang stronghold' in the northern border of the Steelmane tribe is indeed a descendant of that family from the past."

Monica looked at Mo Tan with a subtle expression and said in a dry voice, "Why can you always find so much strange and unusual knowledge?"

"That's because my heart is full of love."

Mo Tan, who had been giving Monica a perfunctory reply and constantly demanding intelligence from Jun Wu while simultaneously providing her with a wealth of information, clicked his tongue and said casually, "In short, this Gray Fang tribe, though it has declined rapidly over the past few centuries, has never been underestimated by any ruler throughout history, as each generation has at least two members appointed as commanders of ten thousand. In other words..."

Monica frowned slightly and replied, "They have enough resources and ambition, don't they?"

"It may not be 'enough,' but it certainly has everything it should have."

Mo Tan shrugged and laughed, “In my opinion, the fact that one or two powerhouses who are infinitely close to epic level are born in each generation is enough to prove the excellence of the Gray Fang tribe’s bloodline and the abundance of its resources; and as the only force that has not been forced to ‘migrate’ and has always been entrenched in the northern border of the tribal kingdom, their loyalty to the Steelmane tribe is obviously not so absolute.”

Monica hesitated for a moment, then said hesitantly, "But as far as I know, the Steelmane Tribe seems to be the only one among the Blood Barbarian forces that has almost never had an organized internal conflict. If it's really as you say, why has the Graytooth Tribe never tried to rebel?"

"Because we can't beat them."

Mo Tan gave Monica a look as if she were an idiot, and said in a very gentle tone, "Isn't it possible that although Grey Fang is indeed not very loyal, they are definitely not stupid?"

Monica: "..."

"This so-called overlord of the North may seem like a tribe of a vassal king, perhaps their ancestors were once powerful, but that doesn't prevent them from being incapable of shaking the Steelmane tribe at present, nor does it change the fact that if they dare to charge headlong into it, they are destined to suffer a bloody end."

With his hands in his pockets, Mo Tan strolled briskly northward, saying in a very cheerful tone, "Steelfur doesn't bother Greyfang because it's not worth it; Greyfang doesn't bother Steelfur because he can't beat him. In short, this tacit understanding, which has probably been maintained for hundreds of years, is both solid and fragile, and this interesting tacit understanding is exactly the situation I'm most happy to see."

Monica smirked and retorted, "In your otherworldly terms, you're like a vile fly that specifically seeks out cracked eggs to wreak havoc."

Mo Tan laughed heartily and clapped his hands, saying, "Well said, my dear Monica. So, do you want to guess who the first egg this wicked fly has found is?"

Monica gave Mo Tan the answer he expected: "Not interested."

however--

Its name is the Violet Empire.

Mo Tan said this leisurely, then revealed a smug smile when Monica suddenly turned to him, and said slowly, "Compared to the Steelmane Tribal Kingdom where we are now, your hometown was much more lively back then. Every family and every grand duke had their own ulterior motives, yet maintained a facade of harmony and tacit understanding. However, even under these circumstances, another person and I ultimately managed to completely disrupt the situation, successfully turning a 'routine redistribution of interests' into a fight to the death." "Tan Mo and Shuangye."

Monica narrowed her eyes and murmured softly, "Even among the [Female Bees], your deeds are often talked about. It's just a pity that, given my seniority and authority, I am not allowed to view those specially integrated and organized intelligence reports."

"That's right, that woman and I were like two flies that discovered the Violet Empire at a very delicate time. For some regrettable reasons, the female fly's stance in that turmoil was so clear that it was disgusting, making the subsequent developments very boring."

Mo Tan shrugged and said lazily, "But even so, for a certain guy who always lurked in the shadows and watched everything with a cold eye, the accident caused by these two flies was still quite ingenious. In the end, he did use these two flies to achieve his goal with lightning speed, take control of the entire empire, and become the regent who was above all others."

Monica: "..."

"Do you want to guess how many more years Hugh Blaisen would have remained in hiding? How many more years would he have endured? How many more years would he have remained inactive? How many more years would he have pretended to be dissolute?"

Mo Tan cast a sharp glance at Monica and sneered, "Do you understand now? Even a prodigy like him would find it difficult to win too many chips at a poker table where the rules are already written, especially when the players have enough tacit understanding with each other. To win the last bit of dignity for one side and become the final winner and dealer, you also need some 'accidents' as the starting point to break the deadlock."

Monica sighed and shrugged. "So you mean you're the starting point for the Grayfang tribe's downfall?"

"The Steelmane Tribe Kingdom is not Violet, and all the pig brains in the Greytooth Tribe combined are not even half as strong as Hugh Blaisen."

Mo Tan snapped his fingers and said in a light tone, "But precisely because of this, they need a powerful external factor to break the deadlock. In this situation, a guy whose identity is questionable but who can represent Skolker in the alliance with the Holy Church and who is willing to cooperate with them... they absolutely cannot let him go."

Monica crossed her arms and floated beside Mo Tan as she asked, "So Piggy wasn't actually attracted to your charm at all?"

"Bullshit."

Mo Tan glared and said angrily, "Isn't the ability to directly influence a large number of Skork and Holy Church troops charisma? Isn't the strength to be able to cut off her pig head without injury within three steps, which is close to the level of a half-epic, charisma? Isn't the strength to be able to casually send her an army of thousands of people as a greeting gift, and even help write the script for her to recruit her, charisma?"

Monica: "..."

"In conclusion, this is the last stop on our journey through the Steelmane Tribe Kingdom."

Mo Tan stretched and said leisurely, "After that, the Boar King, realizing that the North was in trouble and that almost all the 'rebels' had been incorporated into the Graytooth tribe, should make some moves. However, given that if he dares to start an internal conflict, he will definitely be bitten in the bud by Skolk and the Holy Church, it is not realistic for the royal court to launch a major attack. In the end, no matter what he chooses, the war will tilt in the worst possible direction. Tsk tsk, it's interesting to think about."

Monica looked at Mo Tan with a forced smile and asked, "So this is how you treated the Marshall family before?"

Actually, that's not true.

Mo Tan shook his head and casually said, "Because one of the bespectacled flat-eyed players was almost going crazy at the time, she hardly made any long-term plans. Instead, she consolidated a large number of cards into a single, decisive move, intending to eliminate Buffy Marshall and his family in the opening stages. But..."

"What happened in the end?"

Seeing that Mo Tan suddenly stopped, Monica asked him a question out of courtesy.

Then--

"As a result... she encountered an unexpected event that was completely beyond her calculations."

Mo Tan's gaze narrowed slightly, and he murmured softly, "Even if that guy is crazy, he's definitely not a fool. The fact that he could deflect her fatal blow after she abandoned all complicated methods means that almost no conventional method within the theoretical framework could work."

Monica blinked, looking curiously at the somewhat lost in thought, Mo Tan: "Are you alright, Tan Mo?"

"At that time, the only thing that could fundamentally stop and stifle her perspective, besides Ned and his gang of bastards, was..."

Mo Tan touched his bangs, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Me?"

……

[The only person with enough time to set things up.]

[The only one who can accurately capture Futaba's attack rhythm.]

The only one who could protect Buffy Marshall from that deadly web of traps.

……

“An agent whose execution is so strong it’s insane. Even if he were to face me and that four-eyed flat-chested guy, he probably wouldn’t be at a disadvantage. He could even escape unscathed from a dead end after Hugh Blaisen makes his move.”

Mo Tan tapped his forehead, and a blurry, ever-changing, eerie figure appeared in his mind, sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes old, sometimes young. He murmured softly, "Besides that, we also need a pair of eyes that can see through the fog, accurately place the executor in the best position, and always find the perfect opportunity."

Monica blinked, puzzled. "What eyes?"

"..."

Mo Tan didn't speak, but after taking a deep breath, he suddenly drew the Sleeping Beauty dagger, holding the beautiful but impractical and flashy weapon horizontally in front of him, and slowly pulled it out of its sheath.

Two seconds later, under Monica's bewildered gaze, Mo Tan finally saw a pair of eyes—

A pair of eyes, his own, reflected in the dagger.

Chapter 2847: The End