Rebirth Of The Bastard Spirit Summoner

"I need you to fuck someone up for me."

Stark's expression became a bit more serious. Although he would do a lot of things for his revenge, he still had his limits.

And right now, he wasn't interested in killing people if they were innocent, but that begs the question, who is this person?

"Who?"

The raccoon folded its hands across its chest. "Edward Backwoods… heard of him?"

A subconscious smile tugged at the corners of Stark's lips. How wouldn't he have heard of Edward?

Edward was one of the most notorious slave traders in the south. At a point when he was still a lord, he even went after him to stop the cancer he was spreading through the south.

But he could never really find him…

'So he was here in Sandhill. Does Darell know?'

It would not even be a surprise at this point if Darell had been protecting him all this while. Stark was now well acquainted with his lust for money, he would do anything as long as it would turn in a profit….

And as for the spirit's request—Edward was someone he would gladly kill for free. Having this information was just a well welcomed bonus.

But he was still a bit curious about something. The raccoon was not going after the person who killed him… instead, he was going for Edward.

Why?

"Edward is a powerful man. What grudge do you have against him?"

The raccoon shrugged and began pacing around the log, the round Spirit floating behind him.

"When I was a knight, I stumbled upon a particular lead. And that led me straight to Edward's door… I was just a few weeks away from arresting him, but he managed to get away after I was poisoned…"

"So you want to finish the job you started?" Stark had never once pegged the raccoon to be noble in any way.

"No no, who cares about that? That fucker pissed on my grave!"

Stark stared blankly at him.

"Heee??" came the round spirit's surprised voice.

Silence…

The former knight cleared his throat. "Anyways, you have a week."

•••••••••

Stark bit into corn, savouring the taste as he stared down at an old building several feet down.

It had been three days since the raccoon's request—three days of constant recon.

Stark was perched up at the top of a tall building that oversaw the slaver's main base. The slaver base looked like a medium scale flour mill, but it was all a cover.

If anyone was to walk into the mill, they would most likely see workers moving bags of corn flour around...

Edward's true base lay underneath the facade, a sprawling maze-like series of caves that was buried deep beneath the ground.

That was why he had not been caught so far…

'To think the knight actually investigated this far…'

It was only due to his intel that Stark was able to understand some strange things about the place.

He swallowed the corn he had been chewing and drank some water from his water skin.

There were two guards at the front of the building, each one heavily armed with a main weapon, and a series of daggers.

Stark glanced at the other side of the building—the back. Although he could not see them from his position, there were three guards there, watching the back entrance.

And then at the other side was a single man that would check on all of them every five minutes.

Making six guards.

After observing them for three days, he had realized that it was nearly impossible to infiltrate the base without at least alerting one of the guards.

And that was because of their spotter…

A man who usually stayed at the top of the building, staring down at the streets like a hawk.

But today, things were different.

From what he overheard on his first few attempts to break in, Edward was expecting a new batch of 'high quality' slaves today for a very important guest.

Because of this, a good number of guards were absent. They had gone to make sure the slaves arrived without a hitch.

That was why today was the best chance to strike!

He placed his hand into his right pocket and pulled out an old friend…

It was the bread sack he had used a few days ago. After securing it on his head, and tying it in place, Stark's gaze narrowed as he watched the street.

"It's up to you now, Shifu."

Down on the streets, two children appeared at both sides of the road, staring at the guards.

The first man scratched his head in confusion. The kid was wrapped up in so much clothing that he could not even see his face.

"What is a kid doing here?" Guard A asked, sheathing his sword.

Guard B sighed. "Maybe he's lost or something—ouch!"

He screamed as a rock bounced against his skull, causing a ringing sound to fill his ears as blood dripped down his face.

He immediately turned to the left, where there was yet another kid with a rock in hand.

The little bastard had thrown a rock at him!

"Hey, what the hell do you think you are doing?!"

The kid froze, watching him for a few seconds before they took off, running down the streets.

Guard B gave chase. "Where do you think you're going, you runt!"

"Hey, we are not supposed to leave our post!" Guard A shouted, but his partner was not listening, far too consumed with the notion of anger.

Guard A sighed and glanced at the child, his eyes widening as he ducked, a large rock flying past his face.

The kid he had seen earlier had thrown it, and he was now going for another one.

Although he wanted to stay at his post, Guard A did not have any plans of getting hit this night.

Thankfully, no one ever visited the factory. They were basically just human mannequins.

Just like his partner, he raced after the child. "Didn't your folks teach you manners? Come back here and ask for my forgiveness!"

In that short moment of distraction, Stark descended from the building with a cat-like grace and sprinted towards the factory.

Once he got to the door, a blue round figure phased through the thick wood.

It was Chubby, the round little guy with a gentle smile on his blue transparent face.

Stark had decided to call him Chubby.

"Is anyone there?" Stark asked. "One sound for no, two for yeah."

The spirit shook its head sideways as it made a low sound. "Hummm."

"Good." Stark pushed the door open and entered into the dark space.

The room was completely dark so he had to walk around slowly at first, hoping he didn't run into anything.

"There should be an entrance somewhere around here…"

He reached for the wall only to hear a creak as his hand sunk into the wall.

"What the hell—?!"

There was a creaking sound, and then his eyes widened as the wind began to rush past his ears.

Whoosh!

He was falling.