When the convoy was about to reach the border of Duke Flanders, it was already dark.

Ella and her group walked off the carriage one after another.

The coachman shouted in front: "Guests, do you really want to get off here? I heard you are going to the port of Flanders, right? That's a few days' drive away, don't I have to carry you all the way? Even if you want to do something in the city ahead, I'll let me take you to the city. From here to the city, it will take a short night to walk."

"Enough, you go quickly and don't mention us to anyone."

A member of the ancient Abraham church went up to settle the bill. Since they could participate in the auction, they would not be short of money. In fact, there were many wealthy merchants among the group. Poverty-stricken people like Habiba and Gottfry were the exception.

The coachman took the money, shook his head and said, "A group of weird people", and drove away in the carriage.

"How are the progress of each department?"

When the carriage left, the old man who was the first to stand up to protect the "Carriage Climbing Technique" came to everyone with a lamp and asked. His name was Arte, who was elected as the leader of this team because of his oldest age.

Everyone communicated with each other for a while below, and replied, "It's all done!"

"Thank you for the blessing of the Lord!" The old man sighed, then lowered his head and started praying. Everyone prayed together as he did.

Ella sat on the ground, staring at the unfinished formula on the manuscript paper, and grabbed her hair hard.

After the old man finished praying, he shouted to Ella: "So, Miss Ella, where should we go next?"

Ella fell back and fell to the ground with a "bang". Everyone was startled and was about to rush over to help her up, but she saw Ella rolling on the ground with her head in her arms: "Ah! I can't calculate! I can't calculate at all! It's too difficult!"

"That... Ella?"

Ella stood up with a "wow" moment, and when everyone thought she had heard the old man's voice, she wrote the equations in a daze on the paper.

"Hey, little girl, can you hear it?"

"It's still not possible!"

Ella teared off the paper with a "brush".

"Aira? Ella? Ella?"

The old man screamed three times, but Ella still didn't respond. Only when someone walked up and poked her, she trembled as if she had woken up.

"Gu...? Where is the carriage? Why did I fall off the carriage?"

"That... we have just arrived at the border of Duke Flanders. The carriage has left."

The old man explained the current situation to Ella in embarrassment, and then continued to ask:

"Are we going to the Flanders boat next? Or do we turn to Stadt by the way?"

In order to avoid the search of the Almani Federation, they kept changing their carriages and changing routes throughout the month. In order to prevent spies from revealing their routes, the route plan only exists in Ella's mind.

At first, they had complaints about the chaotic route. But after successfully avoiding the Allemani federal search team again and again, their trust in Ella became higher and higher. Even if the next stop proposed by Ella was unreasonable, they could easily accept it.

"Gu...will you tell me where to go...has your deciphering work been completed?"

“It’s done.”

"Are there any special location requirements for practicing this... what techniques are there?"

The old man didn't know why Ella asked this question, and honestly replied: "Just just need to sit."

Ella hammered and said, "Okay, let's go to Aquitaine next stop."

"Okay...wait! Aquitaine?????"

The members of the ancient Abraham church could not help but shout.

They spent a month under the leadership of Ella, and finally arrived at Flanders. Aquitaine was not only the exact direction of going to Stade, but more importantly, from Flanders to Aquitaine, they needed to cross one third of the Almany Federation.

"No...that...why should we go to Aquitaine?" the old man asked stutteredly, "Even if we want to make the route more twists, it is too twists and turns to Aquitaine.... What exactly is the route you plan to look like?"

"Gu? I have not planned the route at all, so the Count of Ile-de-France cannot predict our route."

"This...this...well, but Aquitain is too far. If you really go there, you won't be able to reach Stad in another half a year!"

"Our goal is not to go to Stad from the beginning, but to avoid the Apostles and the Almany Federation?" Ella explained. "Anyway, you can practice the "Carrying Skills" on the carriage. Then, after you have finished learning, you can go to Stadt? Why are you in a hurry to go to the harbor that might be searching for our harbor?"

"So that's it!" Habiba took the lead in clapping his hands, "A clever plan! A peerless plan! Let's turn around and go to Aquitaine!"

Gottfried wiped his sweat aside: "Master, I just listened to you just want to continue to eat..."

"What kind of free meals! The members of our ancient Abraham church are all brothers and sisters. Can you make free meals when eating at your siblings' house? The men are generous in their desire to treat you. Can I not give them face? Let's have a walk, we will eat at the next stop... and go there to find a carriage?"

Everyone thought about it and felt that what Ella said made sense and nodded.

Unexpectedly, a scolding suddenly came from the crowd: "You...you...you...you...you are cruel, you are cruel, you are cruel!"

The owner of the voice was a young man. He stepped back a few steps away from the crowd and shouted angrily to the crowd: "My patience has reached its limit! You will immediately hand over the "Carriage Climbing Technique" to me!"

The old man was a little surprised: "You are...Yogiebe from the Sebrunn tribe? Why are you..."

But the young man named Jogbe pointed at Ella with his trembling finger, as if he was about to cry: "I don't understand! I just randomly said that I don't know Mayor Lubeck. Why can you think of a spy reporting to the Federal Republic of Almany? No one reporting to the Federal Republic of Almany! If you avoid the pursuit, go to Stade quickly? It's been a month! We have been running around the Ile de France for a month! Even if it's a mosquito, it's time to fly to Stade now!"

"Gu...Is there no spy?"

Ella muttered in a low voice. She has never been very good at distinguishing this kind of thing.

"So, Yogibet, you know the mayor of Lübeck?" asked the old man, "why didn't you say it before?"

"Of course, I know. The "Tacle of Chariots" was something I asked him to send a photo. I don't understand the Hebrew secret text, so I used this method to find you - those who are willing to buy this technique at an outrageous high price must know the secret of this book."

Yogibe stared at the "Trails of Chariots" divided into three parts, and his eyes shot out a greedy light.

"Okay, now the deciphering is completed, let it return to the original owner?"
Chapter completed!