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.

Yes, this is one of the

one of the four renowned inks. It was well-liked for its dark, glossy colour

a precious item was

casually brought out

both the shop and the owner were nothing but

gravity of

dipped it in ink and began

she had indeed practiced. Her italic calligraphy was

brush was commendable, considering that many people couldn't even write neatly with a pen. Sophia finished

she asked,

and

shop owner glanced at it

the ink back! What a waste of my

left the

If this isn't writing, what is? Your standards are

how much this pen costs? If my

sounded familiar to

she couldn't place

scolding. Furious, she placed the brush on the table and grabbed Violeta's wrist. "Let's go, Violeta! This old

on then. Free? As if I'd

out of the shop

Sophia

years! Many people say my writing is beautiful, but he called it scrawl? He even said

suppressed her laughter and said, "Alright, calm down. Maybe his standards are different from ours.

try her hand at

dragged her away before she got

returned to