He had already reached the comprehension stage of the entire Meteor Blade Technique. It only took him three days—no, to be precise, after absorbing that elementary flying knife technique from Charles Armstrong, it took him just one day to reach this level.

This stage was actually already quite advanced. For many people, they might not be able to cultivate a martial skill to this level even in their entire lifetime.

But the rapid progress of the first day made Brian Bennett eager to push his Meteor Blade Technique to the subtle mastery stage, yet reality dealt a merciless blow to his plan.

There was only a little progress on the second day, and none at all on the third. If things continued at this rate, with his current speed, it would probably take ten years to cultivate the Meteor Blade Technique to the subtle mastery stage.

Charles Armstrong's elementary flying knife technique, it seemed, could only support him in cultivating the Meteor Blade Technique to the subtle mastery level.

That guy Charles Armstrong really isn't all that helpful!

During these three days, Brian Bennett had been training like mad. His Bear Hug Skill and Bear King Fist were both advancing at a pace visible to the naked eye.

Especially the Bear King Fist—just yesterday, he reached the subtle mastery stage. As for his Bear Hug Skill, he was starting to faintly sense a breakthrough from the fourth to the fifth level.

Now, Brian Bennett estimated that if he were to spar with his older brother Henry Bennett, if he used the Meteor Blade Technique, he could definitely crush Henry Bennett; even without it, he could at least fight him to a draw.

Although Henry Bennett's cultivation was one grade higher than Brian Bennett's, in terms of the Bear King Fist, he was far inferior to Brian Bennett.

Maybe sometime soon, he should find a chance to spar with his brother.

Compared to his progress with the Meteor Flying Knife, what worried Brian Bennett more was his reputation points. At present, his reputation points stood at one hundred and thirty-five.

Over these three days, his reputation points had increased at a snail's pace—seventy-one on the first day, fifty on the second, and only four today.

Having already tasted the benefits of drawing random cards, Brian Bennett was eagerly hoping his reputation points would reach a thousand, so he could draw again.

But this slow growth also made Brian Bennett realize a harsh truth: once the reputation points provided by each person were used up, they were gone forever.

After activating the deck on his body and drawing two random cards, the reputation points he gained from seeking justice for Daisy Thompson were almost used up.

He wondered when that third grandson would show up—his fists were already itching for action!

Swinging his fist, a thought flashed through Brian Bennett's mind: should he find a few people in Luming Town to beat up first, and gain a bit more reputation?

Luming Town was still bustling. After finishing his training in the small grove, Brian Bennett smiled and nodded to the townsfolk who greeted him.

At this moment, he could see a trace of respect in the eyes of most of the townspeople.

“Hmm, Jingxiang’s Little Shop!” When Brian Bennett arrived at the spot where he had beaten up Wu Banxian, he looked up and found that the store, which used to sell sundries, had changed its signboard.

There were only so many shops in the small town—Brian Bennett could tell which shop sold what even with his eyes closed.

But the person busy outside the shop at this moment made Brian Bennett pause in surprise.

Daisy Thompson—the pretty girl in plain clothes was loudly calling out, “Steamed buns, porridge, piping hot meat buns!”

Her clear voice echoed down the street, giving people a strange feeling.

But what Brian Bennett found even harder to accept was the sight of Evelyn Foster standing next to Daisy Thompson, dressed in the common floral cloth of Luming Town, holding a rather large ladle in her delicate hand.

Dressed as an ordinary village girl, Evelyn Foster seemed to have lost some of her ethereal grace, but gained a bit of the charm of a beautiful bird from the deep mountains.

What on earth was going on here!

The little shop was bustling. Although Evelyn Foster's movements were stiff, her beauty was a huge attraction in itself. The small shop, with only a few tables, was now so crowded it could barely hold any more people.

With a change of expression, Brian Bennett strolled over, picked up a bench, and sat down, then called out loudly, “Bring your lord two buns, and a bowl of porridge as well.”

When Daisy Thompson saw Brian Bennett, her eyes lit up. She hesitated for a moment, then quickly ran over to his side and said, “Second Young Master, what brings you here?”

“Of course, I came to eat.” Smiling at Daisy Thompson, Brian Bennett lowered his voice and asked, “How come you opened a shop?”

Daisy Thompson immediately lowered her head and whispered so softly only a mosquito could hear, “The... the young madam asked what I usually do at home, and I said I help my mother with needlework to support the family.”

“Then the young madam... decided to do needlework with me to help support the family. But... the young madam really isn’t good at needlework, so... she said she used to learn how to make porridge, and... opened this eatery.”

Needlework—thinking back to the first time he met Evelyn Foster, with her noble and dignified demeanor, Brian Bennett couldn’t help but smack his forehead.

At this moment, he felt a bit mischievous. He slapped the table and shouted, “Hey, boss lady, how come you’re not serving me my food when you’re doing business?”

Chapter 10: Making a Comeback