All Chapters of Lost City at Sea: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

At the same time, the Piletan captain anxiously paced the decks of his warship. He watched uneasily as the suspicious plane with the Piletan star painted underneath its wings circled above them in the air. One part of him wanted to shoot the plane down or at least order the people flying to land for a thorough investigation. Another part of him was reluctant to do anything, for the aircraft had the seal of a well-known Piletan admiral painted on its fuselage. Therefore, the captain dared not open fire. Instead, he foraged through the containers in his cabin, in search of something that would help him contact the pilot. “Captain Paxis, is this what you are looking for?” a sailor abrupt

“This can’t be good. We shouldn’t be leading them to King Rexius like this,” Rhina stated. “Think of all the horrible things they would do if they found him!” “Calm down, I know what to do,” Ishida responded confidently. “Jameck, can I borrow that hat of yours for a while?” “Huh? What are you going to do with it?” the child asked in suspicion.“Well, you’ll find out in a minute.”“No! Answer my question first!”“I’m going to use it to temporarily blind those pilots who are following us.”“But this hat belon

A small gap in the clouds around the tallest mountain revealed a bright golden light. Ishida flipped to another page in his notebook and read the text on it. If what his father had written was correct, the mountain in the middle was made entirely of gold and was the residence of King Rexius. The mount was called “Nawarat,” literally translating to, “Light in the storm.”“Where...are we?” Jameck asked, breaking the silence.“At Del Cealus, my friend,” Phillipo answered coolly as he touched down onto the grassy ground.Ishida got off and proceeded to help Rhina dismount. Jameck had a difficult time getting around, as most of the grass stalks were taller than him. 

While Ishida was studying the mysterious statue, Philippo walked to a traffic pole that was attached to the ground right beside the sidewalk he was standing on. He then lifted one of his legs and pressed his hoof against a green button with a glowing symbol of a walking man. Soon, the lights at every road turned red and the vehicles slowed down to a halt.“Hurry, we have to cross before the fifteen-second timer runs out!” Philippo instructed before galloping across the zebra crossing. His friends followed at once. They headed downtown and soon approached the city’s main source of water: the Rexius Canal. This artificial waterway was no lesser in size and strength than a real river. Although it flowed rapidly, the canal was brimming wit

“It should be somewhere around here,” Philippo said to his friends, squinting at the extremely small numbers on a wooden plank nailed onto a barn’s door, where the house number was, by law, supposed to be written. “Yeah, this is it. Master Aram should be inside this barn.” The barn was positioned in front of a large farm with a large pond, vast rice fields, horse stables, and cowsheds.  “Good day, Master Aram! It’s me, Philippo, your apprentice!” Philippo shouted. There was no reply. “Master Aram, are you in there? Hello? Anyone home?” Still no response. “He might be working in the fields,” Rhina suggested.  “This isn’t good. It’s already getting dark!” Ishida said anxious