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.

good eyes. Yes, this is one of the four famous inks,

its dark, glossy colour that does not fade

sold by weight, such a

this ordinary shop, they casually brought

shop and

was unaware of the gravity of the

that, she dipped it in ink and

she had indeed practiced. Her italic calligraphy was quite

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

she

nodded and praised,

shop owner glanced at it

What a waste

comment left

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

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

The name sounded familiar

couldn't

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

"Go on then. Free? As

of the shop before

outside, Sophia kept

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

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

had intended to try her hand

her away before

returned to