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?”

owner suddenly turned and

this is one

its dark, glossy colour that does not fade

such a precious

ordinary shop, they casually brought out a

seemed both the shop and the owner were

gravity of the situation.

in ink and began to

she had indeed

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

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her piece, writing her

Violeta, she asked, “How is it?”

praised,

shop owner glanced at it and snorted,

a waste of

left the

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

costs? If my standards

name sounded familiar to Violeta.

she couldn’t place it immediately.

face turned beet red from the shopkeeper’s scolding. Furious, she placed the brush on the table and grabbed Violeta’s wrist. “Let’s go, Violeta! This old man

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

pulled Violeta out of the shop before

outside, Sophia

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

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

had intended to try

dragged her away before she got