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

was well-liked for its dark, glossy colour that does not fade over time,

weight, such a precious item was

in this ordinary shop, they casually brought

the shop and the owner were nothing

of the situation. She picked

in

strokes revealed that she had indeed

such proficiency with a brush was commendable, considering that many people couldn't even write neatly with

Violeta, she asked, "How

nodded and praised,

owner glanced at it and snorted,

What a

left the two

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

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

sounded

couldn't place

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

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

the shop before she could say

outside, Sophia

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

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

intended to try her hand

before

returned to