"Ails, it is indeed you. How could they have summoned you out?"
"Ah... Master Malin, concerning this, as you know, to increase my income, I sometimes intercept signals in the shallow layers of Subspace from those who have no idea whom they are summoning. Everyone does this; it's just that this time, look, we have met, haven't we?" Upon seeing Malin, the Lich immediately retracted his head back into the rift and then took out the brain of a Ghoul to use it to converse with everyone present, including Malin.
Malin smiled helplessly—did this fellow have some unpleasant memories of his bloodline? He wasn't planning to kill him, so there was no need to be so cautious.
"You know each other?" The old Mage walked over to Malin's side.
"He has a trade contract with my clan; he is currently working for my people." Malin said, looking toward the rift: "Ails, that fellow's soul is yours now."
