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.

is one of the four famous inks,

inks. It was well-liked for its dark,

weight, such a precious

casually brought out a piece of Sable Ink for

and the owner were nothing

of the gravity of the situation. She picked up the

in ink and began to

she had indeed practiced. Her italic calligraphy was

commendable, considering that many people couldn't even write neatly with

at Violeta, she asked,

nodded and praised,

glanced at it and snorted, "This?

back! What

left the

do you mean by scrawl? If this isn't writing, what is? Your

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

name sounded familiar

she couldn't

she placed the brush on the table and grabbed Violeta's wrist. "Let's go, Violeta! This

Free? As

out of the

outside, Sophia kept

he called it scrawl? He even said it wasn't

Maybe his standards are different from ours.

try her

dragged her away before she got the

returned to