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

well-liked for its dark, glossy

sold by weight, such a precious item was

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

the shop and the owner were nothing but

gravity of the situation. She picked up the

in

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

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

she asked, "How is

and praised, "Pretty

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

ink back! What a waste of my

comment left the

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

much this pen costs? If my standards

name sounded

couldn't place

brush on the table and grabbed Violeta's wrist. "Let's go, Violeta! This old man has no

and said, "Go on then. Free? As if I'd give one to you

of the shop before

outside, Sophia

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

suppressed her laughter and said, "Alright, calm down. Maybe his standards

to try

dragged her away before

returned