It's winter, the weather is getting colder and colder, and it's still a long time before the beginning of spring.

If the seedling could continue to grow at the same rate as before, it might be fine, but now, as if it was undernourished, it stopped growing, quieted down, and looked like an ordinary shoot, which made people worry about whether it would survive the cold winter.

The point is, Gallo doesn't know what to do next.

It is said that some healing magic can promote the growth of plants, but he can't...

"I can only hope that you can grow well."

He said helplessly, reaching out and gently poking the emerald green shoot.

But the moment his fingers touched the shoots, he felt something suddenly appear in front of him.

It was lines of writing in the ancient lingua franca.

These words seemed to emerge from his eyes, and they seemed to come directly out of his mind, which felt very mysterious.

It's a bit like the feeling of seeing miracles in the Ruined Wasteland and learning from them.

Gallo was slightly startled, and quickly withdrew his fingers, and carefully chewed the words in his head.

His level of ancient lingua franca was very poor, and he only knew one or two characters, so this line of text seemed like a book from heaven in his eyes.

But he subconsciously thought that this was some kind of divine art, some kind of very special, very different divine art.

This conclusion was based on his sensitivity and knowledge of divine magic.

This divine technique does not seem to be too complicated, after all, there are only a few lines to record, which is less than the number of words used for the simplest first-order divine art.

However, because they are all ancient lingua franca, there is no way to make a specific judgment for the time being, so I can only look at the dictionary of ancient languages first.

At this time, Mithran and Lilian Rose also came to the garden, and when they saw Gallo in a daze with a young seedling, they hurriedly trotted over with concern.

Probably afraid that he would be stupid by that moment just now, right?

"You're going to take a look at this."

Gallo waved at them.

"Why are new sprouts popping up in this weather?"

Mithran asked in surprise.

Gallo didn't rush to explain, but let the two of them try to touch the sprout first.

"How? Do you have any special feelings? ”

He hurriedly asked again.

Mithelan and Lilian Luo looked at each other and shook their heads, as if they hadn't received the text.

Gallo thought about it, and didn't continue to dwell on it, but simply explained:

"The goddess gave me a seed, not a seed that downloads things, but a seed from the field, and that's it..."

"So, this is the new sprout of a sacred tree?"

Mithelan's eyes widened and she asked in surprise.

"The Sacred Tree?"

Gallo thought about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with this statement, this seed is related to the goddess and the star god, it is not wrong to say that it is a divine tree, but there are still many differences with the divine tree in common sense, right?

And he felt like a flower more than a tree...

After all, this thing was obtained from the flower-like star god vessel.

But now it's just a seedling, and I can't see anything yet.

"Dumbfounded, you think it's a tree? But I think it's more like flowers..."

"Let's call it the Flower of Hope in the future, right?"

"Hmm... It's a name with a sound! ”

Mithralan and Lillian Luo didn't refute it, but only asked with concern:

"But when it's so cold, will it be able to grow smoothly?"

"If it's really some kind of sacred tree, this temperature is definitely not a problem for it."

Gallo behaved very calmly, and asked again:

"I'm going to have to study the ancient lingua franca now, can you help me look at the church?"

"Now that we've moved to a new church and there are more believers, we're sure to have more people coming to our door, right?"

In fact, strictly speaking, a bishop does not need to guard the church every day, they should have more and more important things to do, and it is the pastor's job to guard the church.

Like Misserland, she has been spending more time with Gallo lately than in church.

Now, of course, Lilian Loe should be in charge of the church, but she has just become a priest and is not very skilled in business and professionalism, so she needs Galodo's help.

However, she herself was full of confidence, and hurriedly replied:

"Okay, you can go study in peace, and the church will be guarded by Lilian Luo!"

After that, he waved his cute little fist, looking full of energy.

Gallo went to the library to look for a dictionary with peace of mind, while Mitheran and Lilianne returned to the church, and when they had both left, Amiya took the kittens to the garden.

They also gathered around the shoot, watching curiously.

Amiya just watched silently, and the kitten's reaction was a little strange.

They seemed to be very curious about the green shoots, but they did not dare to approach, nor did they dare to scratch them with their paws, let alone bite, but just squatted in place and looked at them curiously.

Judging from their reactions, this shoot should really not be dangerous.

Amiya thought for a moment, then picked up the shovel and scissors that Gallo had placed beside her, and began to remove the weeds around the shoots, and by the way, helped it loosen the soil.

The kittens brought some dead leaves from the neighborhood and placed them next to the young seedlings, and then waited for Amiya to bury them in the soil as nourishment.

After doing this, Amiya went to find a small shower and carefully poured some water around.

This earnest attitude is not at all like treating the shoots as ordinary plants, but as if they are new members and partners of the church.

After such careful care, although the sprouts did not accelerate their growth, they seemed to be in good spirits.

Amiya then gestured to the kittens, presumably telling them to be careful not to hurt the shoots.

The little milk cats naturally nodded sensibly, and then formed a circle, meowing around the young shoot, as if they were expecting it to grow as soon as possible.

Gallo, on the other hand, was unaware of any of this, and was carefully consulting the dictionary.

Because he didn't get many words, it didn't take him much time to translate those few sentences.

Those few sentences make up a very strange line of poetry:

"This is the only pure land left in this world."

"This is the shelter of all things."

"This is where the gods came."

"This is where life continues."

"This is the only hope."

This poem is very lame, does not rhyme, does not speak, and is particularly awkward, and the meaning is very vague.

The point is, this lame poem can't be seen at all to have anything to do with divine magic?