"My bad," Arnold said, still smiling. "I got too excited, and controlling myself in this clone form isn't easy. I promise it won't happen again."
He was apologizing and bowing his head.
Moreover, he genuinely looked like he was feeling guilty, his eyes lowered with remorse.
'Can fool me you piss in shit,' Noa thought.
But he showed no reaction, sheathing his sword.
Not to mention, he wanted to keep going with the guy, anticipating the trap he was setting.
"We are cool," he said. "As long as you don't mess up and endanger us."
Arnold nodded.
"Fear not. Even if something happens, I am here to protect you. This is practice, which means this is easier than the real thing. It should teach you how scary the world actually is and how to handle it."
Noa was no longer listening to his yapping.
He chose the path and followed it, cleaning the maze of the monsters.
As for their spawn rate, it was constant, and their extinction was impossible.
