"What is this?" Joseph asked with a frown. For those unknown things, Joseph did not have much urge to send them into his mouth. It can be seen that before traveling through time, he was definitely not a big deal.

"Let me tell you, this crystal liquid is the jade liquid and nectar when the young goddess Heber treated Zeus, the god who was in charge of thunder. It was a divine object given to his followers by the Muse... Let's try it. It can bring you all kinds of dreams and inspirations and make you forget all your sorrows." Arman replied in an exaggerated tone like reciting "Cider".

"All right, Armand, you're not on the stage, you're not performing "Cid". To put it clearly, what exactly is this thing?" Joseph's tone was a little impatient.

"Ah, ordinary people, the endless treasure is right before you, but you have no eyes to see it." Arman continued to say in that aria voice, "Do you love gold? With it, Alibaba, Alexander's treasure house will open in front of your eyes; do you love fantasy? Drink it, the infinite space, the deep ocean will open their arms to you; are you passionate about power? Drink it, and you become Caesar, Augustus, and Alexander. Isn't this tempting enough?"

"What is it?" Joseph frowned. He knew that in this era, it was an era when various psychotropic drugs were widely abused.

"Have you ever heard of Sarahense?" Aman asked.

"Of course I've heard of it, and I know Assassin's Creed." Joseph thought so, and said, "Of course, of course."

"You should also know that the old man in the mountains who wanted to assassinate Philip Augustus. Legend has it that he ruled a wealthy valley, with towering mountains on both sides of the valley. His legendary name comes from here. Legend has it that in that mysterious valley, there is a garden where Marco Polo said he planted a fairy grass.

His electors, those assassins, could ascend to heaven in advance if they had eaten it. After seeing the joy of heaven, they believed that serving the old man would enter that heaven forever. So the old man asked them to kill whoever they would kill. Even if they had to trek to the end of the world, to the golden apple tree that Hercules had visited, or to face poisonous torture, or even beheading. They were not afraid of anything, because they believed that it was just a way to ascend to the heaven they had been to for a short time. My friend, the key to heaven is now in your presence."

"Indian hemp!" said Joseph.

"Yes, this is this thing!" Aman said with an exaggerated smile, "How about it, do you want to try it?"

"No, no," Joseph hurriedly, "Amang, you know, in terms of diet, I have always been very resistant to these strange things."

"Oh, Joseph, your life will be less fun! But maybe you really don't need that, because you never lack the spark of inspiration. Also, your attitude towards diet is a bit similar to my uncle." Arman said, "Well, what's your father's disease?"

"I can't confirm yet." Joseph said sadly, "but the doctor suspected that a tumor had grown in his stomach, causing his stomach to continue to ulcer and bleeding. In short, it was very dangerous, and the doctor almost didn't have any way. They probably couldn't hold on for long. Maybe I would have to leave school soon and go back to Corsica."

"Then will you come back?" Aman asked.

"I hope to come back," said Joseph. "Who wants to leave Paris? But you know I have several brothers and sisters. It's okay for the sisters, but the brothers all have to study, which is a considerable expense. If my father really has something to do, as the eldest son of the family, I have to stand up and take the responsibility of the family."

"Joseph, you are less than fifteen years old now," said Amang. "Even if you want to come out to work, it's a little too early. You are still one year away from graduation. If you drop out of school at this time, it's not only a pity, but now you are looking for a job directly and looking for a job after getting a certificate, the salary you can get will be much different.

Maybe if you drop out of school and work a year in advance, you will get a salary that you can get, rather than gritting your teeth and studying for another year. Your family is a noble... Of course, I know that there is a big difference between the nobles in Corsica and the nobles in France... You know, I am talking about the economic difference, not the others. However, the nobles are nobles after all, and even the poor nobles are poorer than other nobles. So, I think your family can always have a way to support one more year."

Joseph shook his head and said, "My friend, our family's economic situation is worse than you think. The poor nobles you mentioned are the poor nobles of France. But the poor nobles in Corsica are poorer than the poor nobles of France. You know, Corsica had just experienced wars, and the war caused great damage to wealth. In addition, at the beginning, France did not recognize the aristocratic status of the nobles of Corsica. Later, although it was admitted with conditions, it would cost money to obtain this recognition. It would cost a lot of money. This almost drained our family. So now, our family is much poorer than you think."

"Okay, okay," said Aman, "but I still think... by the way, how is your English?"

"It's pretty good, maybe a little better than my French," Joseph replied, "What's the matter?"

"Aren't you short of money?" said Arman. "Someone asked me to find someone to help translate Shakespeare and Milton's poems and dramas. He paid well, not much less than when you dropped out of school and found a job. Well, in fact, you can't spend much money on studying, and even if you live a simple enough life, you can still have a little left. You go to school and do more such work, and make your family frugal and support for a year, which shouldn't be a big problem. After a year, you graduate and have the opportunity to get much more money like today."

Joseph knew that what Arman said was that someone asked him to find someone to translate the poems and plays of Shakespeare and Milton, but it was not all the truth. The real situation was that Armand asked him to translate these things.

"Amang, this is what someone asked you to translate. If I go next, isn't this robbing your money?" said Joseph.

"Hey, I'm so busy now, how can I have time to do these things? Look, I have to enjoy the fairy dew of the goddess of youth Heber, and to deal with my entire mistress at the same time... Oh my God, how can I have time to do such boring things? If I spend all my youth at the desk, my mistresses will definitely go to Fabio or another boy I don't know. It's just that the person who asked me is my friend, and I can't refuse. If you are willing to do it, it will really liberate me!" Aman replied in an exaggerated tone.

Armand is good-looking, has a good background, and has rich family, so he is indeed very attractive to women. He himself often likes to compare himself to Don Juan (a typical pervert in European medieval legends, similar to the meaning of "Dengtuzi" as the Chinese call him), so he can often see different women around him, but to say that he has a mistress in a company, he must be bragging.

"Thank you so much," Joseph replied sincerely, "In addition, do you think I can be an assistant to your uncle after I graduate?"

"What? Be an assistant for him?" Amann widened his eyes, "Ah, my friend, with your math and natural philosophy, this is certainly fine. However, I do not recommend that you be an assistant for my famous uncle after graduation."

"Why?" asked Joseph.

"If you don't have financial pressure, it's good to be an assistant to him. You can learn a lot. But you may not know, my uncle...ah, he is my elder and the pride of the whole of France. I shouldn't have said anything about him. But no one except Jesus is perfect. My uncle is the same. From a certain perspective... have you seen Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice"?"

"See." Joseph nodded.

"He is somewhat similar to Sherlock in it in some ways. So, if you are financially stressed, it is not a good choice to be an assistant." Armang said with a wry smile.

"So that's what it is..." Joseph also said.

Joseph knew that Armand's uncle Lavoisier was one of the greatest scientists in France, but he also knew that Armand should not slander his uncle. Lavoisier was full of desire for wealth. So even during the Revolution, even though he knew that he was a nobleman, he was not loved by the Jacobins in power. However, he still took the risk of taxes, hoarding, speculating and other things, and was finally sent to the guillotine and chopped off his head.

At that time, the great mathematician Grarange sighed: "It will take a hundred years for France to grow such a smart head, but they cut it off in just one second." But even Grarange, who said this, did not think that Lavoisier had never done the things that the Jacobins accused.

"In fact, with your ability, coupled with the signature of Louis the Great School, it is not difficult to find a suitable job." Arman said, "For example, it is actually easy for you to be a priest in black robe. Of course, being a priest theoretically has to give up a lot of things, but in fact it is another matter. You know, many popes have raised mistresses. Pope Alexander VI may even be... really... enviable!"

"You beast!" Joseph said quickly.
Chapter completed!