It's winter right now, the weather is getting colder every day, and there is still a long time before spring begins.
If this seedling can continue to grow at the previous speed, it may be okay, but now, it seems to be undernourished, it has stopped growing, and it has calmed down. It looks like an ordinary sprout, which makes 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 spells can promote the growth of plants, but he can't...
"Then I can only hope that you can grow up well."
He said helplessly, and stretched out his hand to lightly poke the emerald green shoot.
But the moment his finger touched the bud, he felt something suddenly appear in front of him.
It was written line by line in the ancient common language.
These words seemed to emerge from his eyes, and seemed to come directly out of his mind, which felt very mysterious.
This kind of experience is a bit like the feeling of seeing the miracles in the ruins wasteland and learning knowledge from them.
Gallo was slightly startled, quickly retracted his fingers, and carefully chewed the words in his mind.
His level of ancient lingua franca was very poor, and he only knew one or two characters, so this line of text was like a heavenly book in his eyes.
But he subconsciously thought that it was some kind of divine art, something very special and very different.
This is a conclusion based on his sensitivity and understanding of divine arts.
This magic technique doesn't seem too complicated, after all, there are only a few lines to record it, which is less than the simplest first-level magic technique.
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 through ancient language dictionaries first.
At this time, Misseran and Lilian Luo also came to the garden, saw Gallo staring blankly at a tender seedling, and trotted over in concern.
Probably because he was afraid that he would be fooled by that blow just now
"You guys take a look at this."
Gallo waved at them.
"Why do sprouts pop up in this weather?"
Misseran asked in surprise.
Gallo didn't rush to explain, but let the two of them try to touch the bud first.
"How is it? Do you have any special feelings?"
he asked again hastily.
Misseran and Lilian Luo looked at each other, then shook their heads. It seems that they didn't receive that text.
Gallo thought for a while, and didn't continue to dwell on this matter, but simply explained:
"The Goddess gave me a seed, not the kind that downloads things, but the kind that grows in the field, that's it..."
"According to this, this is a new bud of a sacred tree?"
Misseran couldn't help but widen her eyes, and asked back in surprise.
"God tree?"
Gallo thought about it carefully, and 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 common sense sacred tree, right
And compared to a tree, he thinks it looks like a flower...
After all, this thing was obtained from the flower-like star god vessel.
But now it's just a seedling, and nothing can be seen yet.
"Do you think it's a tree? But I think it's more like a flower..."
"Call it the Flower of Hope from now on?"
"Hmm... that's a name with a sound!"
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 asked again:
"Compared to this, I have to study the ancient common language now, can you help me see the church?"
"We have moved to a new church now, and the number of believers has increased. Surely more people will come to our door?"
In fact, strictly speaking, a bishop does not need to guard the church every day. They should have more important things to do. Keeping the church is the job of the pastor.
This is the case for Misseran, who recently spent more time with Gallo than in the church.
Now, of course, Lilian Luo should be in charge of guarding the church. It's just that she has just become a pastor, and she is not very skilled in business and professionalism, so she needs Galodo's help.
But she herself looked confident, and quickly replied:
"Okay, you can go to study with peace of mind, the church will be left to me, Lilian Luo, to guard it!"
After all, 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 Misseran and Lilian Luo returned to the church. After they all left, Amiya brought the kittens to the garden.
They also gathered around the bud, watching curiously.
Amiya just watched silently, but the reaction of the little milk cat was a little strange.
They seem to be very curious about the green shoots, but they dare not approach them, scratch them with their claws, let alone bite them. They just squat down and look at them curiously.
Judging from their reactions, the buds should be really harmless.
Amiya thought for a while, then picked up the shovel and scissors that Gallo had placed next to her, and began to eradicate the weeds around the sprouts, and loosen the soil along the way.
The little milk cats picked up some dead leaves from nearby and put them next to the tender seedling, and then waited for Amiya to bury these dead leaves in the soil as nourishment.
After doing this, Amiya went to find a pot of small shower, and carefully poured some water around.
This serious attitude does not seem to treat the sprout as an ordinary plant at all, but as if it is a new member of the church, a new partner.
After such careful care, although the buds did not accelerate their growth, they seemed to be more energetic.
Amiya then made a few gestures to the little milk cats, probably telling them to be more careful and not to hurt the buds.
The little milk cats naturally nodded in a sensible way, and formed a circle again, meowing around the bud, as if expecting it to grow up as soon as possible.
But Gallo didn't notice this, he was looking up the dictionary seriously.
Because he didn't get much text, he didn't spend much time translating those few sentences.
Those few words made up a very strange line of poetry:
"This is the only pure land left in this world."
"This is where all things are sheltered."
"This is where the gods descend."
"This is where life continues."
"This is where the only hope lies."
This poem is very bad, it doesn't rhyme, it's very awkward, and the meaning is very vague.
The point is, this crappy poem doesn't seem to have anything to do with divine arts at all