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?”

and looked at Violeta with

good eyes. Yes, this is one 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 fragrance.

weight, such a precious item was quite expensive.

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

both the shop and the

was unaware of the gravity of the

it in ink and began to write.

confident strokes revealed that she had indeed

ordinary person to achieve such proficiency with a brush

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her name on

Violeta, she asked, “How

and praised, “Pretty good.”

the shop owner glanced at it

ink back! What a

the two speechless.

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this isn’t

shop owner retorted, “Do you know how much this pen costs? If my standards weren’t high, everyone would have a pen made

The name sounded familiar

she couldn’t place it immediately.

the table and grabbed Violeta’s wrist. “Let’s go, Violeta! This old man has no

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

shop before she could

Sophia kept

say my writing is beautiful, but he called it

said, “Alright, calm down. Maybe his standards

try her

her away before she got the