It was late in the evening, yet the sky remained bright even after the sun had set for the day. By the river, Dragun stood before the windmill, observing its structure with amazed and curious eyes.
While strolling around the village as usual, he arrived at the farms and saw farmers pumping water from snake-like pipes. At first glance from afar, he thought they were using water magic and quickly sprinted towards them, only to be met with the realization.
He saw the farmers happily watering their crops and others filling up buckets with it. He could see the clear liquid and easily tell that the water was pure enough for drinking, which surprised him even more.
Sadly, he couldn't speak to anyone as they would only ignore him, so he followed the path back to the river where he saw the windmill.
Even after hours of studying the windmill, he still didn't understand how it actually worked!
