It is winter now, the weather is getting colder day by day, and there is still a long time before the beginning of spring.

If this seedling can continue to grow at the previous rate, it may be fine, but now, it has stopped growing like a lack of nutrition, and calmed down. It looks like a normal shoot, making people worry about it. Can you survive this cold winter?

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

It is said that some healing magic arts can promote the growth of plants, but he will not...

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

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

But as soon as his fingers touched the shoots, he felt something more suddenly appeared in front of him.

It is written line by line in ancient common language.

These words seemed to emerge from before his eyes, and they seemed to be directly in his mind. It felt very mysterious.

This kind of experience is a bit like the feeling of perceiving miracles and learning knowledge from the ruins wasteland.

Gallo was slightly startled, and quickly put his finger back, and chewed the words in his head carefully.

His ancient common language is very poor, and he only knows one or two characters, so this line of text looks like a heavenly book in his eyes.

But he subconsciously thinks that this is a certain kind of magic, some kind of very special and very different magic.

This is a conclusion based on his sensitivity and understanding of magic arts.

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

However, because it is all ancient lingua franca, there is no way to make a specific judgment for the time being, so I can only go to the ancient language dictionary first.

At this time, Misseran and Lilian Luo also came to the garden and saw that Gallo was in a daze facing a young plant, and trot over with concern.

Probably because he was afraid that he would be stupid by that moment, right?

"Come and see this."

Gallo waved at them.

"Why do new shoots emerge in this weather?"

Misseran asked in surprise.

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

"How is it? Do you have any special feelings?"

He asked quickly again.

Misseran and Lilian Luo looked at each other and shook their heads one after another. It seemed that they had not received the text.

Gallo thought for a while, did not continue to struggle with this matter, but simply explained:

"The goddess gave me a seed, not the kind of downloading stuff, but planting in the ground, that's it..."

"According to that, this is a new shoot of a sacred tree?"

Misseran couldn't help but widened her eyes, and asked in surprise.

"Sacred tree?"

Gallo thought about it for a while. 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 sacred tree, but it is still quite different from the sacred tree in common sense, right?

And compared to a tree, he felt that it was like a flower...

After all, this thing was obtained from that flower-like Star God container.

But now it's just a seedling, and there is nothing to see.

"DaDa, do you think this is a tree? But I think it's more like a flower..."

"Call it the Flower of Hope from now on?"

"Um... this is a name with a voice!"

Misseran and Lilian Luo did not refute, but asked with concern:

"But the weather is so cold, can it grow smoothly?"

"If it is really a sacred tree, this temperature is definitely not a problem for it."

Gallo acted very calmly, and then asked:

"Compared to this, I have to study the ancient lingua franca now. Can you help me see the church?"

"We have moved to a new church now, and there are more believers. Surely more people will come here?"

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. Guarding the church is the job of the pastor.

Like Misseran, she has stayed with Gallo more recently than in the church.

And now, of course, Lilian Luo should be responsible for the affairs of the caretaker church, but she has just become a pastor, and she is not very skilled in business and professionalism, so Galloldo's help is needed.

But she herself was full of confidence, and quickly replied:

"Okay, you can study with peace of mind, and leave the church to me Lilian Luo to guard!"

After all, he shook his cute little fist, which seemed full of energy.

Gallo then went to the library to look for a dictionary with peace of mind, while Misseran and Lilian Luo returned to the church. After they had left, Amia brought the little cats to the garden.

They also gathered around the sprout, watching curiously.

Amia just watched silently, but the little milk cat's reaction was a little strange.

They seem to be curious about the emerald green shoots, but they dare not get close, dare not scratch with their paws, and dare not bite. They just squatted in place and looked curiously.

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

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

The little milk cats picked up some withered leaves from nearby and placed them next to the tender seedling, and then waited for Amia to bury these dead leaves in the soil as nourishment.

After finishing this, Amia went to find a small pot of shower and poured some water around carefully.

This serious attitude is not at all like treating the bud as an ordinary plant, but like treating it as a new member or new partner of the church.

After such careful care, although the shoots did not accelerate their growth, they seemed to be more energetic.

Amia then made a few gestures to the little milk cats, probably to make them be careful not to hurt the buds.

The little milk cats naturally nodded their heads sensibly, then formed a circle, meowing around the bud, as if expecting it to grow as soon as possible.

Gallo didn't realize this, he was looking up the dictionary seriously.

Because there were not many texts, he did not spend much time to translate those few sentences.

Those few sentences combined into a very strange line of poem:

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

"This is where everything is protected."

"This is where the gods descend."

"This is where life continues."

"This is the only hope."

The poem is very lame, it doesn't rhyme, it's very sloppy, and the meaning is very vague.

The point is, this crappy poem has nothing to do with the magic arts at all?