2059 Punisher's Convent

There was a reason why Edvard was never really worried about Quinn, and that was because he believed he had a trump card. The trump card he had, was the very thing that Grenlet had spoken of now, it was the Punisher's Convent.

However, it was clear by the confused look on Quinn's face, that he had no clue about the words that Grenlet had just spoken.

'It seems I was the only one that thought this was a trump card. Either way, Quinn seems to have calmed down for now.' Edvard thought.

"I thought with you having his powers, and at an even stronger level, you would have known?" Edvard said.

Searching through his many memories, Quinn couldn't think of anything, but could only guess it had something to do with the Punishers due to their name.

"The Punishers was only something I came to learn about because of Arthur, and a few vampires of the past." Quinn wouldn't go into great detail, it was still a sore memory in his head. "I was never officially a Punisher."