Ebert, who enjoyed sleeping in, was jolted awake by a loud explosion.
He threw off his blanket and shouted angrily toward the outside, "What's wrong? Who's causing trouble so early in the morning? Is he crazy?!"
"Mr. Ebert, the noise might have come from Mr. Isaac. He's practicing martial arts at the arena," responded the maid from outside.
Mr. Isaac?
How did all the servants change their tune toward Isaac overnight?
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