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

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

such a

out

the owner were

gravity of the situation. She picked

it in

had indeed practiced. Her italic calligraphy

to achieve such proficiency with a brush was

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her piece, writing her name on the

at Violeta, she asked, “How is it?”

nodded and praised, “Pretty

at it and snorted, “This? It’s

back! What a waste of my ink.”

the two

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

costs? If my standards weren’t high, everyone would have a pen

name sounded familiar

place it

grabbed Violeta’s wrist. “Let’s go, Violeta! This old man has no manners. I don’t want his pens,

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

Violeta out of the shop before she

Sophia kept grumbling.

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

suppressed her laughter and said, “Alright, calm down. Maybe his standards are different

to try her hand at writing.

before she got the