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

Yes, this is one of the four famous inks, Sable

renowned inks. It was well–liked for its dark, glossy colour

sold by weight, such a precious item was quite

this ordinary shop, they casually brought out a piece of Sable Ink

both the shop and the

the situation. She

she dipped it in

had indeed

an ordinary person to achieve such proficiency with a brush

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writing her

at Violeta, she asked, “How

and praised,

it and snorted,

back! What a

comment left the

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exploded. “What do you mean by scrawl? If this isn’t

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

name sounded familiar to

couldn’t place it immediately.

she placed the brush on the table and grabbed Violeta’s wrist. “Let’s

on then. Free? As if I’d give one to you

shop before she could say

Sophia kept

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

“Alright, calm down. Maybe his standards are different from ours. He’s

had intended to try her hand at writing.

before she got the