Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 136 You Can't Write

The shop owner stroked his beard and said, "You're too naive."

He stepped out from behind the counter, and his scholarly aura was in full display. "My pens are unparalleled in the country! No one would dare claim otherwise."

Wow!

He had confidence!

"Many people want to buy my pen, but I only sell it to those who can truly write. If they can impress me, I'll give the pen away for free."

Sophia responded, "That's great! Hand me the pen and ink. I'll write for you!"

Violeta observed the situation sceptically. From her perspective, it was clear that the pens the shop owner brought out were exquisite. Those were handmade pieces, certainly not comparable to ordinary ones.

They also appeared to be stamped, but the seal was too small for her to read clearly.

Such bold claims-could this man be a renowned master hidden in the small town?

"Sophia, can you write with a quill pen?"

Sophia nodded confidently and said, "Of course. I've practiced calligraphy for six years. Let me try."

A young assistant emerged from behind a screen, carrying ink and pens.

Violeta noticed a faint, lingering fragrance in the air as she ground the ink, which most likely came from the ink itself.

"Is this Sable Ink?"

The shop owner suddenly turned and looked at Violeta with surprise.

You have good eyes. Yes, this is one of the

inks. It was well-liked for its dark, glossy colour that does not fade over

by weight, such a

this ordinary shop, they casually brought out a piece of Sable

both the shop and the owner were nothing but

the gravity of

she dipped it in ink and began

revealed that she had indeed practiced. Her italic calligraphy was quite

person to achieve such proficiency with a brush was commendable, considering that many people couldn't even write neatly with a pen. Sophia finished her piece, writing her

she asked, "How is

and praised,

at it and snorted, "This?

back! What a waste

left the two

"What do you mean by scrawl? If this isn't

you know how much this pen costs? If my standards weren't high, everyone would have a pen made by

The name sounded familiar

she couldn't place

she placed the brush on the table and grabbed Violeta's wrist. "Let's go, Violeta! This old man has no manners. I don't want his pens,

on then. Free? As if I'd give one to you for

pulled Violeta out of the shop before

Sophia

writing is beautiful, but he called it scrawl? He

said, "Alright, calm down. Maybe his standards are different from ours. He's

try her

away before she got

returned to