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

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

sold by weight, such a precious item

shop, they casually brought out a piece

and the owner were nothing but

of the gravity of

it in ink and

confident strokes revealed that she had indeed practiced. Her italic calligraphy was

an ordinary person to achieve such proficiency with a brush was commendable, considering that many people couldn't even write neatly with a pen.

she asked,

nodded and

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

ink back! What a waste

left the

exploded, "What do you mean by scrawl? If this isn't writing, what is?

shop owner retorted, "Do you know how much this pen costs? If my standards weren't high, everyone would have a pen made by Cyril

The name sounded familiar

couldn't

Violeta's wrist. "Let's go, Violeta! This old man

then. Free? As if I'd give

pulled Violeta out of the

Sophia

Many people say my writing is beautiful, but he called it scrawl? He even said it wasn't even a writing? I'm so

Maybe his

to try

away before she got the

returned to