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

one of the four famous

four renowned inks. It was well–liked for its dark, glossy colour that does not fade over

such a precious item was quite

out a piece of Sable Ink for grinding.

and the owner were

of the gravity of the

that, she dipped it in ink and began to write.

she had indeed practiced. Her

to achieve such proficiency with a brush was commendable, considering that

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her piece, writing her name on

she asked, “How

nodded and praised, “Pretty

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

the ink back! What a waste of my

comment left the

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mean by scrawl? If this isn’t writing, what is? Your standards are too

If my standards

The name sounded familiar to Violeta.

she couldn’t place it immediately.

and grabbed Violeta’s wrist.

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

Violeta out of the shop before she could say anything.

outside, Sophia

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

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

intended to try her hand

dragged her away before she got the chance.