Rebirth vs. Rebirth: Tragedy to Triumph

Rebirth vs. Rebirth Tragedy to Triumph

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!

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“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?”

suddenly turned and looked at

eyes. Yes, this is one of the

Ink was one of the four renowned inks. It was well–liked for its dark, glossy colour

such a precious item was

casually brought out a piece of Sable Ink for

the owner were

gravity of the situation. She picked up the

dipped it in ink and began

that she had indeed

an ordinary person to achieve such proficiency with

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her name on

at Violeta, she asked, “How is it?”

nodded and praised, “Pretty

shop owner glanced at it and snorted, “This? It’s just

ink back! What a waste

comment left the two speechless.

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

retorted, “Do you know how much this pen costs? If my standards

sounded familiar to Violeta.

couldn’t place it

placed the brush on the table and grabbed Violeta’s wrist. “Let’s go, Violeta! This old man has no manners. I don’t want his pens, even if they were free!

disdainfully and said, “Go on then. Free? As if I’d give

shop before she could say

Sophia kept

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

“Alright, calm down. Maybe

had intended to try her hand

her away before she