xymnovel Chapter 116 Mortals, You Don't Understand!
Chapter 116 Mortals, You Don't Understand!
Crown Prince Constantine.
These five words, spoken by the impeccably dressed, solemn-looking man before us, were uttered with perfect clarity, each syllable distinct.
There was a brief blank in Nicholas Dimitrios's mind.
His first reaction was neither flattery nor elation at his sudden rise to prominence.
It's absurd.
A sense of utter absurdity.
He squinted his eyes, which were still frighteningly bright in the dim light, and looked again at Alexandros outside the door.
This man had an extraordinary presence; his posture was as upright as a pine tree, clearly indicating that he was a rigorously trained soldier.
But what he said was even more outrageous than the stories told by the drunken sailors on the dock.
Crown Prince?
Would that high and mighty future Greek monarch, who only exists in newspapers and legends, send someone to his filthy and smelly dilapidated hotel?
Looking for himself, the "madman" who was a laughing stock in the entire Athenian academic community?
Dimitrios's chapped lips twitched, letting out a hoarse sneer.
He figured it out.
This must be the work of those old guys.
It was a final, ultimate prank orchestrated by the professors and students at the University of Athens who ostracized him, mocked him, and called him a "scientific heretic" before he left!
Do they want to see themselves wagging their tails, full of hope, following this "crown prince's envoy" on a trip, only to find that their destination is Athens' largest mental hospital?
"Oh."
Dimitrios leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking down at Alexandros with an all-knowing gaze.
"The Crown Prince?"
His voice was full of undisguised sarcasm.
"Why would he want to see a madwoman like me?"
"Do you want to see me catch lightning with my bare hands, or do you want my brain soaked in formaldehyde as a rare collectible in the royal collection?"
These words were not just rude, but blatant provocation.
Any royal official who heard such disrespectful remarks about the crown prince would probably have reacted immediately.
But Alexander-DeRozan did not.
His expression remained unchanged, and his eyes remained as calm as ever.
He simply listened quietly, letting Dimitrios vent his resentment and sarcasm.
He waited until Dimitrios finished speaking before slowly opening his mouth.
"Your Highness has heard that you have extraordinary insights into the field of electricity."
"He specifically instructed me to bring you and your research findings back with me."
Alexandros enunciated each word with remarkable clarity, as if carrying a special weight that struck directly into one's heart.
you.
And your research findings.
The mocking expression on Dimitrios's face froze.
What does he care about most?
It's not money, not status, not even one's own life.
It was his research, which was regarded as worthless by the world, but which he cherished as his life!
It was his vision, drawn on those cheap sheets of paper, that was enough to change the whole world!
Over the years, he has heard countless taunts and insults.
"A madman who dares to challenge God!"
"An idiot who wants to put Zeus's thunderbolts into a bottle!"
"A pathetic wretch who only knows how to daydream!"
But today, this man who claims to be the Crown Prince's special envoy says that what His Highness wants is his "research results"!
Dimitrios's heart began to pound uncontrollably.
An impulse that had been suppressed for too long suddenly surged up from his chest!
He wanted to show this man in front of him!
He wanted to show those mortals who mocked him what was going on!
What a great thing they missed!
"Just wait!"
Dimitrios abruptly turned around, leaving Alexandros with only his thin back view.
He stormed into the room, which was filled with all sorts of scrap metal and books, roughly pushed aside the coils and metal parts on the floor, and pulled out a well-preserved roll of parchment from a wooden box under the bed.
Then, he rushed to the door again.
"Splash!"
With an almost violent motion, he suddenly unfurled the roll of parchment in front of Alexandros!
It was covered with complex symbols, intricate lines, and bizarre geometric shapes that were completely incomprehensible to ordinary people.
The entire drawing exudes a rational, rigorous, yet timeless aesthetic!
"Want to see my results?"
Dimitrios raised his chin high, his eyes burning with fanatical flames, and pointed at the blueprints, his voice becoming sharp with excitement!
"This is it!"
"Alternating current motor! A completely new source of power!"
He pointed his finger heavily at the center of the drawing. "You're still using those clunky, outdated steam engines, and Edison's inefficient, short-lived direct current!"
"And I! I can make electricity spread like the wind throughout Greece! Powering factories, illuminating cities, and changing the world!"
His spittle almost landed on Alexandros's face.
"But you mortals, whose minds are only occupied with counting gold coins and who only believe what you see before them, cannot understand!"
"You don't understand at all!!!"
He roared, like an enraged lion, venting his long-standing pain and pride at being misunderstood.
Alexandros watched him quietly.
He really couldn't understand it.
Every symbol on the blueprint was like a foreign language to him.
But he could understand Dimitrios.
He could see something called "belief" in those burning eyes.
That was an absolute confidence that could shake the world and was beyond question!
He remembered what His Highness had said to him in the study.
"A weirdo, a madman."
"Find him, at all costs."
Now, Alexandros fully understood.
The man before you is the "lightning" Your Highness is looking for!
Under Dimitrios's gaze, a mixture of pride and disdain, Alexandros stretched out his hands and made a gesture that surprised him.
He carefully took the precious roll of blueprints from Dimitrios's hands.
His movements were very gentle, as if he were handling a rare treasure.
Then, he solemnly and slowly rolled up the blueprint and held it in his hand.
This action caused all of Dimitrios's roars and excitement to get stuck in his throat.
He was stunned.
He anticipated the other person's reaction: confusion, ridicule, or impatience.
But he never expected that the other party would treat his hard work with such seriousness.
"Mr. Dimitrios."
Alexandros's voice broke the silence in the hallway.
He glanced at the direction of the wall clock and reminded him:
"The 'Athena Glory' to New York will depart in less than twenty minutes."
"This is your chance to stay in your hometown and change your destiny; it may be your last chance."
He paused, looking directly into Dimitrios's bright eyes, and offered an invitation that couldn't be refused, or rather, a challenge that struck at the very soul.
"Does Your Highness understand your greatness?"
"Go to the palace yourself and ask him for the answer. If His Highness the Crown Prince cannot understand your greatness, I believe he will give you a considerable sum of money for travel expenses so you can go far away. What do you say?"