The intoxicating rush of unimaginable wealth had seeped into Cisco's very bones, replacing his blood with liquid ambition. The spatial bag in his pocket no longer felt like a bag; it was a pulsating star of potential, whispering promises of luxury and power. The memory of his recent despair was a distant, laughable nightmare.
"My lord!"
Cisco announced, his voice now carrying an unshakable, oily confidence. "The transaction is complete! The fee has been settled most favorably." He patted his pocket, a gesture laden with unspoken millions. "Now, allow me, your humble facilitator, to escort you to your new residence. This is not merely a house; it is a testament to power. A dwelling applicable only to the very best of the human race."
Baelgor's head turned slowly. The words "best of the human race" had his attention.
