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

one

was 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.

such a

brought out a piece of Sable Ink

shop and the owner were nothing but ordinary.

of the situation. She

in ink

she had indeed practiced. Her

an ordinary person to achieve such proficiency with

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piece, writing her name on the

Violeta, she asked, “How is

and praised, “Pretty

owner glanced at it

the ink back! What a waste of my

comment left the two

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by scrawl? If this isn’t writing, what is?

costs? If my standards

sounded familiar to Violeta.

she 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

off disdainfully and said, “Go on then. Free? As if

of the shop

outside, Sophia

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

Maybe his standards are different from ours.

try her hand at writing.

before she