Quinta came to the cell and patted the sharp-bladed member in front of him on the cheek, speaking in a mocking tone.

"Sharp blades? Why don't you call it a mongrel, it's just a group of daywalkers who have stolen the power of the blood clan. ”

The half-bloods in front of him were obviously greatly shocked, and he was a little surprised that his identity was directly revealed.

In this way, the secret of the sharp blades was exposed, and the scars in their hearts were revealed, which made it clear to everyone.

"Hybrids like you, who are not accepted by humans and spurned by the Bloodline, can only become hunters to gain the approval of humans, aren't they?"

Quinta was right, the members of the Blades were ostracized and discriminated against almost as soon as they were born, and their signature amber eyes and fangs were both feared and repulsed.

"Do you really think that the blood you have in your body belongs to those who have gone mad? If I'm not mistaken, none of you have ever seen your mother. ”

Warren in front of him doesn't pay attention to Quinta because, unlike many of the members, his mother is a vampire and his father is a human.

After her mother gave birth to him, she drained his father when he was six years old due to thirst for blood.

He saw his mother under the bed with her fangs bared and her red eyes maddened.

Warren was the Blade that joined on his own, and there was no overly surprised expression on his face, but the other two teammates were not so calm.

"You mean! It's Bishop Spencer......"

Neil's mind was racing, and he immediately understood what Quinta meant.

"Impossible! How can the church be in the same league as your group of bloods, it must be you, shameless bloods, who want to beat you up! ”

Kevin struggled to his feet, interrupting Neil's thoughts, and yelled at Quinta.

"Kid, you're really too young haha."

Quinta ignored his disrespect, and if he planted the seed of doubt in them, those doubts would naturally grow into towering trees.

"Did the church ever tell you that the stronger your power, the faster you will die? Speaking of which, you're not the first, Cardinal Maxwell Ritchie, who took office in District 3, is also a half-blood, and he's caused us a lot of trouble! ”

Quinta smiled playfully, as if reminiscing, and even his eyes became kind, watching the three juniors in front of him gradually fall into his trap.

Neil frowned slightly, Bishop Maxwell was a well-known heroic martyr, and it was said that he was extremely capable of himself, and he captured many Bloods when he was young.

However, at the age of thirty-five, he blew himself up with a duke.

The name of that duke is still carved into the stone tablet in the square on the outskirts of the East Side.

The exact history is long gone, but the story handed down by Bishop Maxwell does portray him as a mysterious bishop who is powerful but hides his hood all day because of his hideous face.

He is almost one of the most revered figures in the Third District, but unfortunately he died young, so to speak, and it can be said that he sacrificed himself under the persecution of the Blood Clan.

Quinta's statement was obviously unpopular, and as soon as he finished speaking, Kevin retorted it.

"Liar! You just want to sow discord, and I won't believe a word you say, you don't want to discredit Bishop Spencer and Bishop Maxwell. ”

Kevin was born prematurely, and his body was much weaker than others.

He was often bullied in training camp, stripped naked and locked up in the bathroom, but only Bishop Spencer helped him.

Seeing is believing, and he doesn't believe a word of what Quinta says now.