HappyNovelChapter 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! "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! Handthe 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. Lettry." 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 cfrom the ink itself.
"Is this Sable Ink?" The shop owner suddenly turned and looked at Violeta with surprise.
"Impressive. You have good eyes. Yes, this is one of the four famous inks, Sable Ink." Sable Ink 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.
Usually sold by weight, such a precious item was quite expensive.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYet, in this ordinary shop, they casually brought out a piece of Sable Ink for grinding.
It seemed both the shop and the owner were nothing but ordinary.
Sophia was unaware of the gravity of the situation. She picked up the pen.
After that, she dipped it in ink and began to write.
Her confident strokes revealed that she had indeed practiced. Her italic calligraphy was quite good.
For an ordinary person to achieve such proficiency with a brush was commendable, considering that many people couldn't even write neatly with a pen. Sophia finished her piece, writing her non the paper.
Smiling at Violeta, she asked, "How is it?" Violeta nodded and praised, "Pretty good." Unexpectedly, the shop owner glanced at it and snorted, "This? It's just scrawl! "Take the ink back! What a waste of my ink." His comment left the two speechless.
Sophia exploded, "What do you mean by scrawl? If this isn't writing, what is? Your standards are too high!" The shop owner retorted, "Do you know how much this pen costs? If my standards weren't high, everyone would have a pen made by Cyril Hum!" Cyril? The nsounded familiar to Violeta.
However, she couldn't place it immediately.
Sophia's 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 has no manners. I don't want his pens, even if they were free! Hmph." Cyril waved them off disdainfully and said, "Go on then. Free? As if I'd give one to you for free. Ridiculous." Sophia pulled Violeta out of the shop before she could say anything.
Once outside, Sophia kept grumbling.
"I've practiced for six years! Many people say my writing is beautiful, but he called it scrawl? He even said it wasn't even a writing? I'm so mad!" Violeta suppressed her laughter and said, "Alright, calm down. Maybe his standards are different from ours. He's more rigorous." She had intended to try her hand at writing.
Sophia dragged her away before she got the chance.
The two returned to their guesthouse.
Sophia was still fuming. She continued to vent her frustration back in the guesthouse.
They sat on a swing outside the guesthouse.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVioleta thought about the pen, and she agreed it was indeed exceptional.
She decided to return to the shop in the afternoon to see if her calligraphy could impress Cyril and get that exquisite Umber pen. After lunch, Violeta prepared to head back to the shop.
Niall saw her leaving and asked, "Where are you going, Violeta?" She smiled and said, "Just going out to buy something. I'll be back soon."
Liam added, "Vio, we're going to watch the wrestling match¶aferm Make sure you're back in time." "Got it!" Violeta left the guest house and headed towards the shop.
Before she could reach it, she heard a commotion and saw a crowd gathered ahead.
She quickened her steps towards the shop.
"What's going on?"
A kind woman told her, "The Houles е ordered pens here half a month ago, but they were chased out by the shop owner. The Houles are the most powerfuNfamily in this area. Despite their repeated attempts, the shop owner consistently scolded and kicked them out. Today, Mr. Wally Houle personally arrived, and the shop owner harshly criticised his writing. So, here we are ... П
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