novelSusiti Chapter 118 The Crown Prince's Guidance
Chapter 118 The Crown Prince's Guidance
A fatal flaw?
These five words, like five red-hot iron nails, pierced deeply into Nicholas Dimitrios's ears.
All the blood in his body rushed to his head in an instant.
He practically jumped off his chair, looking like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on.
"impossible!"
His voice was sharp and cracked with excitement.
"This is impossible! My theory is perfect! It's the culmination of ten years of hard work! I've verified every formula, every derivation, thousands of times!"
He stretched out his thin, bony fingers and pointed at the roll of parchment on the table, his fingertips trembling slightly from the force he exerted.
"You, you simply don't understand! You're just a prince raised in the deep palace, how could you possibly comprehend my research!"
This was his last pride, and also his strongest armor.
He could endure poverty, hunger, and the ridicule and scorn of everyone.
But he could not tolerate anyone questioning the truth he had pursued all his life!
Especially when he had just begun to have a glimmer of hope.
The feeling of falling from the clouds was more painful than being thrown directly into hell.
Constantine's expression remained unchanged in the face of Dimitrios's almost out-of-control roar.
He didn't even look up.
He simply picked up a pencil from the desk and gently tapped a spot on the parchment with the tip.
It is an extremely complex set of formulas, the heart of the entire theory of alternating current motors.
"Sir, I have no doubt about your talent."
Constantine's voice remained gentle, yet it possessed an undeniable penetrating power.
"I'm just stating a fact."
He didn't give Dimitrios another chance to roar; the tip of the pencil drew a circle at a certain point in the formula.
"Your theory on constructing a rotating magnetic field is logically sound. However, you overlooked a variable when calculating energy conversion efficiency—eddy current losses."
"Eddy current loss?"
Dimitrios blurted out the word; he had heard it before, but had never really taken it seriously.
In his view, those were trivial details that only needed to be considered in engineering practice, and had nothing to do with his grand theoretical edifice.
"You consider it a trivial matter, don't you?" Constantine looked up, his blue eyes seeing right through Dimitrios's thoughts.
"But it is this 'minor detail' that you have overlooked that causes the Joule heat generated by the internal iron core of the motor in your theory to increase exponentially after the speed exceeds a critical point."
Constantine spoke slowly, each word like a precise bullet, piercing Dimitrios's mind.
"The end result was thermal runaway, and the coil insulation burned out. Am I right, sir?"
Dimitrios's roar got stuck in his throat.
His face went from flushed to deathly pale.
He felt as if he had been struck by an invisible bolt of lightning, and froze on the spot.
burn.
The coil is burnt out!
These two words were his deepest nightmare over the past few months!
He used all his savings to cobble together three prototype motors, and without exception, all of them emitted a puff of acrid blue smoke after running at high speed for a few minutes before turning into a pile of scrap metal.
He always thought it was a problem with the materials.
The problem lies with the copper wire he used, the quality of the insulating varnish he bought, and the quality of the iron core he cut!
To this end, he visited almost every blacksmith shop and material store in Athens, begging the owners like a beggar to sell him the best materials.
But he never thought of it...
I never imagined that the problem wasn't with the visible parts.
Rather, it stems from his proud, unseen theory!
The foundation was wrong from the very beginning!
How could the Crown Prince know?
He had never even seen my prototype, yet he accurately described the process of the prototype burning down based solely on this one drawing!
This... is not a deduction.
This is a divine decree!
Under the stunned gaze of Dmitrius, Constantine put down his pencil.
He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, as if they had just been discussing the weather.
He smiled and, in a tone as if discussing an anecdote, uttered a statement that completely shattered Dimitrios's worldview.
"Furthermore, sir, why did you insist on using two sets of coils to construct this rotating magnetic field?"
Have you considered using three-phase electricity to drive it?
"It will be more efficient and run more stably."
Three-phase electricity.
three.
相。
electricity.
These three words, like three divine hammers from outer space, struck the depths of Nicholas Dimitrios's soul with earth-shattering force!
His chaotic, crowded brain, crammed with all sorts of complex formulas and mechanical components, was emptied in that instant.
Blank.
Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented light burst forth in this blank space!
He "saw" it!
It was no longer two clumsy, pushing and pulling currents against each other.
Instead, there are three strands!
The three phases are offset from each other by 120 degrees, resulting in perfectly symmetrical currents!
They intertwine and chase each other in space, forming a smooth, stable, and incredibly powerful rotating magnetic field!
The magnetic field no longer had any pauses or gaps; it was smooth and continuous, carrying a kind of harmony and beauty like the laws of the universe!
perfect!
This is true perfection!
His past complex compensation coils and starting capacitors designed to compensate for the defects of single-phase electricity are like children's toys made of mud in the face of the concept of "three-phase electricity"—ugly, clumsy, and ridiculously laughable!
original……
That's how it is...
The answer is surprisingly simple and beautiful!
"Thump."
A muffled thud.
Dimitrios's legs buckled, and he uncontrollably collapsed to his knees on the polished marble floor.
The roll of parchment in his hand, the "research result" he cherished as his life, slipped to the ground, but he was completely unaware.
He raised his head and looked up at the young crown prince behind the desk with an unprecedented gaze.
There was no longer any wariness, no longer any suspicion, and certainly no longer any pathetic pride in those eyes.
Instead, a near-manic worship and fanaticism took hold.
That was the expression a mortal would have after witnessing a deity walking among humans.
He finally understood.
The person in front of me is not a crown prince at all.
He wasn't exactly a talent scout who appreciated his abilities.
He is a god walking among men!
A God who possesses ultimate wisdom and truth!
My own research, in the eyes of the other party, is probably no different from a child's scribbles.
What he called a "fatal flaw" was, in God's eyes, just a minor mistake that could be easily corrected.
His casual remark about "three-phase electricity" was a "divine oracle" that could usher in a completely new era!
Dimitrios was trembling all over, not from fear, but from an indescribable excitement.
He opened his mouth, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.
He looked at Constantine's calm face and his gentle blue eyes.
In his eyes, that was no longer the face of a young monarch.
It was a bottomless starry sky, containing all the mysteries of the universe since its birth.
A chilling dread from the depths of his soul made him completely abandon all thought.