Chapter 330: Robbing the Cradle

Alistair Venters froze. The old man wanted to bed someone? How was that possible? Ever since he stepped into the Divine Realm, the old man had shown no interest in such things. And now he was suddenly eyeing a barely grown girl? There had to be something odd here. "Yes, understood." Alistair nodded again and again. "Mm. Go. Keep it discreet, and report back as soon as you have anything," Apollo said, flicking his hand. Only after Alistair left completely did Apollo's refined mask slowly fade....