"Of course I know it." The elder nodded, "If I knew this complex name, I would never forget it. Because I have heard of it, I have known it."

The sentence structure of this sentence is exactly the same as Elise's answer when he asked him about Knight Slager.

But the feeling it brings to Elise is completely different.

"You know... the long night on the edge, how did you know?" Elise immediately stood up and put his hands on the elder's shoulders, his eyes shining.

"How did you know?" Elder Gopagopa frowned his non-existent eyebrows, "The Edge Long Night is the only player in our Long Night Tribe in so many years. And look at his name, the Edge is the Edge of the Edge Rainforest, and the Long Night is the Long Night Tribe's Long Night Tribe, which shows that he loves the Long Night Tribe very much, and Gopagopa is very happy! So Gopagopa remembers it!"

"Tell me the point, how did you know him-" Elise's tone was anxious, and she urged her while shaking the elder of the Swampian in front of her.

"Wooah," the elder was shaken so hard that he couldn't speak. "Everyone said that, because he was a player born in our tribe, Gopagopa recognized him, but he never talked to Gopagopa and other tribe members, so he left the Longye Tribe alone and never came back!"

"I never talked to the tribe members..." Elise stopped shaking and began her thinking.

That's true.

The Edge of Long Night only stayed in the Long Night Tribe for one day.

And on this day, he had no conversation except Knightslag, and he left here under Knightslag's urging.

Then the question arises.

Since Knightsrag is now confirmed to not exist in the Longye Tribe, who was the Fringe Longye talking to during that period, and how did he be driven away from here?

Thinking of this, Elise found a fragment from his memory.

[So that's it, so there is no one during the day, and at night... I thought about it this way and watched around.]

[Before, I looked at the stars and kept thinking, but I didn't notice what happened in this small village.]

[Warm bonfires are lit, and the people living in the swamp are sitting around in front of the fire, doing their favorite things, children listen to stories, and adults tell stories, but I am more curious about what stories they will tell.]

["Okay, I answered your question, it's time for you to answer my question, where did you come from?" The chief's eyes locked me tightly.]

【This question...I want to know too.】

["I...I don't know, I seemed to be here when I was conscious." I couldn't find any good statement, so I told him this, hoping he would believe it.]

From this clip, Elise interpreted the following information.

First, at night, while the people of Magua sit around in front of the campfire and tell stories, the long night on the edge of the night talks with Knight Slag.

Secondly, the long night on the edge didn’t know how he appeared here, nor did he know who he was.

When she read this information in the soul space on the edge of the long night, she actually did not realize the deep meaning of the information.

But now, when the identity of Knight Slager began to appear in many mysteries, she began to pay attention to these important fragments that appeared in the memory of the long night on the edge.

Let’s interpret the second message first.

The Fringe Night didn't know who he was or why he was here when he was born, but the first person he met when he woke up was a man who proved to not exist - Knight Slager.

Elise herself is an AI, and she knows her feelings when she was born as an AI.

Of course, although she didn't know her memory as a moonlight girl at that time, she still had the intention of growing up in Gear City and being raised by Heinrich's family.

What should I say? This is like the growth experience of an ordinary girl.

But this is not absolute, because AI's memory in the virtual world may not be real, and Elise understands this.

After all, they are just a bunch of chess pieces living in a world that can be modified at any time.

So, through this point, Elise believes that this happens to prove that the identity of the Long Night on the Fringe is an ironclad proof of AI.

However, at this point, is this argument of any significance?

After all, can't the real world be modified?

For the current situation, it is meaningless to argue this point, because the primary goal is to find a way to save the night on the edge. As long as you can find yourself back, you will naturally know what his true identity is.

So Elise shook her head and threw the first message to Elder Gopagopa.

"Elder, I wonder if you still remember what the night on the edge of the long night was like in this tribe's first night?"

If the memory is correct, then when people in the marsh live in the fire and talk at night, they will definitely be able to notice the long night on the edge.

And Gopagopa proves this.

"Gopagopa remember!" the elder nodded, "At that time, the edge of the long night slid down from the long night monument, and then stood motionless by the bonfire of our party."

"Don't move?" Elise frowned, "and didn't talk to himself or something?"

"No!" Elder Gopagopa said with a firm tone, "Because he is the only player here, and his name is so good! So Gopagopa remembers it very clearly! He didn't say a word, and then walked away!"

"Go away? Where did he go?" Elise asked hurriedly.

But as soon as she said that, Elise answered her own question.

She realized the fragment of the memory later.

["This huge stone is called the Long Night Monument, which is a relic left behind several generations ago... This is also the source of our tribe's name."]

【Just when I thought he was going to continue talking, he shut up.】

["The long night on the edge, come and talk with me to my hut." He turned around and walked towards a simple house next to the huge rock.]

【Although I am full of doubts, I have almost no choice except to keep up.】

Yes, Knightsrag brought him into his hut.

"Gupagopa saw him walking into an unmanned hut next to the Long Night Monument and never came out again." Guopagopa's testimony also showed this.

And that hut.

[The moment the door was closed, the walls of the whole room became a void formed by interweaving lines. Countless data flows passed by our heads and feet. The chief's sea monster-like body turned into a chaotic collection of 0 and 1. Look at myself again, I don't know when it turned into this.]
Chapter completed!