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?”

shop owner suddenly turned and looked at Violeta

Yes, this is one of the

well–liked for its dark, glossy colour that does not fade over time, and it has

such a precious item was

out a piece of Sable Ink for

shop and the owner were nothing

of the gravity of the situation. She

that, she dipped it in

had indeed practiced. Her

to achieve such proficiency with a brush was

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piece, writing her name on the paper.

Violeta, she asked, “How is it?”

and praised,

shop owner glanced at it

What a waste of my

left the two speechless.

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by scrawl? If this

you know how much this pen costs? If my standards weren’t high, everyone would have a pen made by Cyril Hum!”

name sounded

couldn’t place it

the shopkeeper’s scolding. Furious, she 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

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

shop before she

Sophia kept grumbling.

six years! Many people say my writing is beautiful, but he called it scrawl? He even said. it wasn’t even a

Maybe his standards are different from

intended to try her hand

dragged her away before she got