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Mario stood in front of the exquisite large mirror, watching as the servants skillfully dressed him in a suit and tied his tie. His heart was filled with anticipation and excitement. He knew that tonight's banquet was not only an important day for the Mushroom Kingdom, but also a grand stage to showcase his own charm. He imagined himself walking into the banquet scene, exuding the royal dignity and confidence, under the gaze of the crowd, which made his heart beat faster.
The servants gently helped him put on each piece of clothing, tied his tie, and adjusted his coat, ensuring that every detail was perfect. They knew that their master was someone who pursued perfection to the highest degree, and would not tolerate any small flaws.
In the end, when Mario's image appeared in the mirror, he couldn't help but show a satisfied smile. His figure looked even more upright and powerful in the exquisite suit, and every movement seemed so elegant and confident.
After Mario changed his clothes, he stood in front of the large mirror in the center of the room, carefully examining his image. His eyes revealed an undisguised confidence and satisfaction, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Mamma Mia!" and muttered to himself, "How can someone be so handsome and so dashing?"
His figure appeared dignified and imposing in the mirror, with a tailored suit showcasing his handsome and aristocratic demeanor. His silk tie perfectly complemented the suit, giving him an elegant yet commanding presence.
The servants and makeup artists in the room were also drawn to Mario's handsomeness, and they began to applaud and praise him enthusiastically. The air was filled with sincere admiration and adoration as they exclaimed, "Lord Mario is so handsome!" and "Truly the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom!"
This kind of praise made Mario feel happy, and his smile was full of pride and self-satisfaction. He enjoyed the feeling of being admired in the crowd, which made him feel extremely comfortable and pleased.
At that moment, one of the makeup artists lost her composure because of Mario's handsomeness and suddenly fainted to the ground, with a joyful smile still on her face. The others in the room immediately rushed to her, trying to help her up.
Mario saw this scene and couldn't help but smile smugly. He knew that his charm was irresistible, even in such a situation, it could drive people crazy.
At this moment, one of the young servants couldn't help but imitate Mario, excitedly shouting, "Mamma Mia!" Everyone in the room laughed, and even Mario chuckled heartily.
In the midst of a harmonious atmosphere, Mario suddenly changed his expression, causing the entire room to seemingly freeze. The previously cheerful laughter and conversations came to an abrupt halt, and everyone's smiles froze in that moment, as if an ominous chill had permeated the air.
Mario moved slowly and resolutely, each step imprinting his dissatisfaction and authority heavily onto the wooden floor of the room. He approached the young servant who had imitated his exclamation of "Mamma Mia!" with a piercing gaze that seemed capable of penetrating the heart, exuding a chilling indifference.
He looked down at the young servant, his voice low and stern as he asked, "Was it you who imitated me saying 'Mamma Mia' just now?" Each word seemed to carry an undeniable sense of oppression, conveying the seriousness and unquestionable nature of his words.
The young servant was clearly overwhelmed by Mario's pressure, his face turning pale and his body trembling slightly. He struggled to lift his head, looked into Mario's eyes, and nodded through gritted teeth, his voice trembling as he said, "Y-yes, sir, it was me imitating you."
Mario stared at him for a while, then suddenly turned and walked towards the window. His figure appeared lonely and indifferent, making people hesitant to approach. He gazed at the sky outside the window, seemingly contemplating something. The people in the room dared not disturb him, they could only stand silently in place, filled with worry and anticipation.
They knew that Mario's mood at this moment was extremely delicate and could not be ignored. They could only wait silently, hoping that Mario would not make any extreme moves towards the young servant. Each person's heart was filled with unknown fear, yet they dared not reveal any emotions, only quietly waiting for Mario's next move.
Mario made a gesture and commanded the young servant to come to his side. The young servant understood his meaning and quickly walked over, his eyes filled with respect and fear.
Mario still stood by the window, his gaze seemingly passing through the window, through the sky of the Mushroom Kingdom, and into the distant future. He looked at the scenery outside the window, at every corner of the Mushroom Kingdom, every patch of greenery, every cloud, and every busy figure.
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He suddenly asked, "What does the Mushroom Kingdom look like today?" His voice was calm, but carried a sense of foresight and contemplation.
Outside the window, the Mushroom Kingdom presented a beautiful and warm scene. The warm sunlight shone down, illuminating every corner. Every river sparkled in the sunlight, and every leaf swayed gently in the breeze. Every creature was enjoying this beautiful and peaceful time.
The young servant stood next to Mario, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, feeling the beauty and warmth of the Mushroom Kingdom. He respectfully replied, "It's quite perfect, sir. Every corner of the Mushroom Kingdom is full of vitality and hope."
Mario nodded slightly upon hearing his response.
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