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.

this is one of the four famous

four renowned inks. It was well-liked for its dark, glossy colour that does not fade over time, and it has a

a precious item

they casually brought out a piece of Sable Ink

and

gravity of

she dipped it in

she had indeed practiced. Her italic calligraphy was quite

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

she

and praised, "Pretty

glanced at it and snorted, "This? It's

back! What a

comment left

If this isn't writing,

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

The name sounded familiar

couldn't place

scolding. Furious, 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, even if they were

off disdainfully and said, "Go on then. Free? As if I'd

of the shop before she could

outside, Sophia kept

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

and said, "Alright, calm down. Maybe his standards

intended to try her hand

before she got the

returned to their