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When Mario turned to face the crowded square, his voice echoed throughout, each word carrying unquestionable authority and power: "I, Mario, after a fair and open trial, have been recognized by all the people of the Mushroom Kingdom as having committed unforgivable crimes, alongside this old man with a tainted soul standing behind me." His finger pointed at the quietly kneeling old man, each word striking the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.
"He maliciously slandered our beloved country, attempting to disturb people's minds with demonic whispers, and even dared to attack me!" Mario's voice reverberated in the air, as if carrying a certain magic that enveloped everyone who heard it in the emotions stirred by his words.
Under the guidance of Mario, the crowd's emotions reached a boiling point, and all eyes were focused on the old man, filled with anger and condemnation. At this moment, Mario was not only the ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom, but also resembled a judge, determining the old man's fate. Every person present became a supporter and witness in this trial.
As Mario's words fell, the empty silence in the square was shattered, replaced by the cries and roars of the crowd. Their reaction was not only directed at the old man's actions, but also affirmed and supported Mario's authority. In this instant, Mario once again proved his unchallenged position and influence within the Mushroom Kingdom.
When Mario stood in front of the guillotine, his expression suddenly became serious and pained, as if he was enduring an indescribable inner struggle at that moment. His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an incredible weight: "As the ruler of the kingdom, I am forced to take this wretched soul's life from the hands of God." Mario's gaze swept over everyone present, as if seeking understanding and sympathy.
"Although I am a king, my essence... remains the same as all of you here. I am still a human being, and at the end of this long life, I too must accept judgment from God." His voice trembled slightly, revealing the struggle and conflict deep within his heart.
Mario took a deep breath and gazed at the crowd, slowly voicing his final question: "I must ask you all here, do you think... that everything I have done is wrong?" This question was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring the emotions of those present.
When Mario proclaimed his decision to the crowd from the platform, his words were not just about justice and sacrifice on the surface, but a carefully considered strategy aimed at manipulating public opinion, shaping himself as a ruler who had no choice but to act, creating an image of making difficult decisions for the welfare of the people. This was a carefully orchestrated performance, with every word and every sentence designed to maximize the unity of the people and minimize the threat to his rule.
Mario's speech actually used the emotions and expectations of the people to make them believe that this was for the long-term benefit of the kingdom, not just the execution of an old man. He cleverly transformed himself from a ruthless ruler to a compassionate protector, attempting to improve his image and consolidate his power base.
Everything Mario did was a result of precise calculation. He knew that at this critical moment, only by strengthening his image as the guardian of the kingdom could he most effectively maintain his rule. The public trial and execution were not just a punishment for the old man, but also a strong warning to all voices that might threaten his rule. By controlling and guiding public opinion, Mario ensured that the pressure of public opinion he faced was minimized, thus safeguarding his rule from being threatened by the killing of an old man.
When Mario's emotionally charged speech echoed in the town square, it touched the hearts of every listener. A brave man standing at the front raised his hands high and spoke with unwavering conviction, his voice cutting through the crowd's noise and reaching into the depths of everyone's hearts: "Your Majesty! If you are guilty, then I am guilty too! Because everything you have done has been for the greater good of the country... for the people. If you are guilty for our sakes, then we are guilty with you!" His words were like a stone creating ripples, quickly resonating with the surrounding crowd.
At that moment, the atmosphere in the town square reached its boiling point. Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the crowd, their faces filled with unconditional support and loyalty for Mario. This emotion was not just admiration for a ruler, but a deep response to a king who cared for his people. The bold statement from this man became the catalyst that ignited the emotions of the entire gathering, making everyone feel the shared destiny and responsibility of being in the same boat as Mario.
At the moment when the brave people voiced their support for Mario, a hint of undisguised joy appeared on Mario's face. His eyes seemed to be burning with fire, illuminating the entire town square. His expression was so vivid, as if he had found some kind of redemption in the person's words. However, behind all these surface emotions, Mario's inner world was a different scene. He secretly rejoiced because he knew that his manipulation of people's hearts had paid off, and this carefully orchestrated drama was unfolding according to his will.
He stood on the platform, enjoying the adoration and praise of the crowd, but his heart was indifferent. For Mario, this was just another game, a game whose outcome he had already anticipated. He knew deeply that as long as he could continue to manipulate the emotions of the people, using their thirst for justice and their desire for a leader, he would be invincible. In this theater that he orchestrated, no one dared to doubt or oppose his judgment.
In the midst of the people's clamor, Mario couldn't help but think of his own plan. For every step ahead, he had a clear plan. Every round of applause, every cheer, was proof that his power and influence would only grow. In this web he had woven with his own hands, Mario was the only master, and all the people were nothing but pawns in his hands, always ready to sacrifice everything for his glory and ambition.
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