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 Violeta with

is one of the four famous inks,

of the four renowned inks. It was well–liked for its dark, glossy colour that does not fade over time, and it has a unique

by weight, such a precious item was

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

shop and the owner were nothing but ordinary.

was unaware of the gravity of the situation.

it in ink

indeed practiced. Her italic calligraphy was

achieve such proficiency with a brush was commendable, considering that

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finished her piece, writing her name on

she asked,

praised, “Pretty good.”

owner glanced at it and

the ink back! What a

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exploded. “What do you mean by scrawl? If this isn’t writing, what is? Your standards are

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

The name sounded familiar

she couldn’t place it immediately.

turned beet red from the shopkeeper’s scolding. Furious, she placed the brush on the table and grabbed Violeta’s wrist. “Let’s go, Violeta! This

disdainfully and said, “Go on then. Free? As if I’d give one to you for free. Ridiculous.

Violeta out of the shop before

Sophia kept

say my writing is beautiful, but he called it scrawl? He even

said, “Alright, calm down. Maybe his standards

to try

away before she got the chance.