"I know some," Tata said with both hands holding the dagger, bringing it over. "And Mr. Knight, when you were browsing the community, I was also nearby."
Fang Hong was a bit surprised, took the dagger, and asked honestly, "Then, can you understand our existence?"
"We can, although for most people here you are just some strange outsiders," Tata replied, "but as for your origins, what kind of existence you represent in this world, and the relationship between your organizations, it's actually not a secret here—this world's understanding of you might be deeper than you imagine."
"Why do you say that?"
Tata shook his head. "I'm not sure, it's just a guess of mine. Because knowledge and memory tell me so, and my knowledge and memory are from the Silver Grand Library, where each book has its author, you understand?"
Fang Hong understood.
