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Mario's eyes gradually turned cold, deep and filled with a chilling atmosphere. In his pupils, there reflected an unfathomable indifference and an inviolable dignity. He slowly lowered his eyelids, concealing the burning anger and dissatisfaction within. His expression became elusive at this moment, as if hiding an impending collapse of an iceberg. The gloom and solemnity instantly froze the atmosphere of the entire room.
He made a gesture, prompting the young servant to approach him. Though the movement was simple, it carried an irresistible command. The young servant trembled as he walked towards him, feeling the intense pressure from Mario as if a cold steel blade was pressed against his neck, making it hard for him to breathe.
Mario's mouth curled into a cold smile, as if he were mocking the young servant before him. He slowly placed his hand on the young servant's shoulder, the force was light but it made the young servant feel as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on him, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Then, Mario leaned in close to the young servant's ear, his voice low and icy: "Why would anyone want to destroy such a perfect appearance?" Each word was like a breath from an ice cellar, carrying a piercing coldness.
The young servant trembled, struggling to control his breathing. His voice was almost paralyzed with fear as he said, "Master, I... I really don't know who wants to destroy the perfection of the Mushroom Kingdom."
Mario suddenly turned the young servant around forcefully, making them face to face. His eyes flashed with coldness, and his voice was filled with condemnation and intolerance. "It's you! You imbecile."
The sudden accusation made the young servant's heart skip a beat. He felt as if he had been thrown into a cold abyss, unable to free himself. His body trembled involuntarily, like a leaf swaying in the wind. His face instantly lost its color, filled with fear and despair.
Mario looked at him with a cold sneer. He seemed to be enjoying the moment of control and superiority, with an abyss of indifference flowing in his eyes, as if ready to devour everything in front of him at any moment.
Mario suddenly grabbed the young servant's collar, pulling him close. His eyes were like sharp blades, piercing into the young servant's soul. The young servant felt his heart pounding violently, his face turning from white to purple, trembling and unable to look into Mario's eyes.
Mario's voice was deep and cold, each word deliberately spoken slowly and clearly: "From the moment you learned to speak like me, I knew you were the greatest menace to the Mushroom Kingdom."
This sentence is like thunderous anger, fiercely striking the young servant's heart. The young servant felt a chill shoot straight up his spine to his head, his body almost losing strength, only relying on Mario grabbing his collar to keep from falling to the ground.
His eyes were filled with fear and regret. He never thought that imitating Mario's simple gesture would land him in such a terrible situation. He didn't know what to do, so he could only cower and let Mario threaten him.
Mario's eyes swept back and forth across the face of the young servant, seemingly examining his fear and despair. A cold smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, clearly satisfied with the young man's current predicament. His smile was filled with condemnation and disdain, causing the young servant's heart to feel even more constricted and cold.
The atmosphere in the room became as oppressive as an ice cellar, making people feel suffocated. When Mario viciously grabbed the young servant's collar, the other servants and makeup artists trembled, their movements becoming unusually slow and cautious, afraid of provoking Mario's displeasure. Some of them lowered their heads, their faces filled with deep fear, unable to meet Mario and the young servant's eyes, even afraid to breathe too loudly, for fear of breaking the suffocating silence.
Every corner of the room seemed to be enveloped in a chilling cold, emanating from Mario, freezing the entire space. The servants and makeup artists were filled with unease and fear, having never seen Mario so angry. The boldness and disrespect of the young servant instilled fear in all of them.
In an inconspicuous corner of the room, several servants and makeup artists were conversing in hushed tones. Their eyes were filled with disdain and condemnation for the young servant, privately discussing how they felt Mario's accusations were entirely justified. They believed the young servant was too arrogant, daring to mimic Mario's language, which they found completely unacceptable and incomprehensible.
However, on the other side of the room, some of the servants and makeup artists also showed sympathy and pity in their eyes. They watched the young servant being scolded by Mario and felt sorry for him. But they also understood that at this particular moment, any attempt to help or intervene could make the situation worse. All they could do was stand silently by, feeling pity and sorrow for the young servant. Their hearts were filled with helplessness and deep regret, but they knew that in front of Mario, they couldn't make any changes.
In this silent and tense atmosphere, time seemed to stretch out, every second feeling agonizing. Everyone was staring intently at Mario and the young servant, their hearts filled with fear and anticipation, not knowing what would happen next, but they were clear that this moment would be unforgettable for them.
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