Mishan, who revealed that he couldn't ride a horse, had a slightly embarrassed expression, but fortunately, as the innkeeper, Farley was not the kind of person who would laugh at other people's shortcomings.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to ride a horse, hire a carriage, and you don't have a shortage of guards." Farei said.

"If you want, I can introduce you to some guests, and it can be much more expensive to hire a guard than to rent a carriage alone."

The subtext of Farley's words is that if Rice Shan can accept other people to share the ride, he will not only save the cost of renting a carriage, but also make a small profit.

"No need, just rent me a carriage." Compared to this income, Rice Shan does not want anything like the blacksmith shop to happen again.

When Farley introduced Mishan to the types of carriages available for rent.

Just as Misr almost fell off the alpine horse, Greenhill, who had entered a state of tense muscles all over his body, walked in front of the alpine horse with a catwalk of exactly the same distance with each step.

The serious expression and the aura that no one should enter, made Gao Shan Ma snort in some fright and took a small step back.

"Greenhill, what are you doing?" Mi Shan, who heard the snort, asked.

"Be careful." Farley hurriedly reminded that without his company and permission as the owner, this kind of Azeroth mountain horse that is based on a shire horse can be described as a beast of prey.

However, Farley did not see the white alpine horses turn into beasts, only Greenhill, who seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the alpine horse's reaction, raised his arm.

With a "bang", a swift hook slammed into the horse's head, and the impact directly stirred the alpine horse's brain and skull together.

The remaining strength caused the alpine horse to lie on its side on the ground, and the other alpine horses in the stable struggled with fright when they saw this.

"Get on your knees!" Greenhill, shaking off the lumps and blood stains on his hands, said to the frightened alpine horses.

In Farley's sluggish eyes, the alpine horses, who claimed to be no cock except their masters, knelt down in front of Greenhill with their front legs bent in unison.

"Uh...... How much is an alpine horse, I will pay for it. Mishan wanted to make a face covering his forehead.

If real-world prices and game prices don't change, Yoneshan only wants these alpine horses to be cheap 60-speed horses, not hundred-speed horses for a few hundred gold each.

"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it." Greenhill spoke, and as she spoke, a warm, creamy glow appeared in her palms.

The power of pure light that had been condensed fell on the mountain horse that had been killed by Greenhill with a single blow.

After a few seconds, the alpine horse, who didn't know that he had just been killed, shook his head and got back to his feet.

When the horse was on its feet, Greenhill flew on his horse with great skill.

The alpine horse, which felt that it was not his own owner riding it, wanted to drop Greenhill at first, but did not wait for it to start the action.

A wave of fear that came from more than nowhere filled its little head.

So in the eyes of onlookers like Missan and Farley, it was this alpine horse that was well-behaved under the control of Greenhill.

Farley, who had seen this method of horse training for the first time, opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time before saying to Mishan: "If your squire is a trainer, then the person who works in this line of work must consider changing jobs. ”

"Uh...... You are my friend, I bought this horse, how much is it. Misson suddenly had the feeling that Greenhill was a bear child raised by himself.

And as a parent, when facing their own children's bears, the only thing they can do is to find ways to wipe their children's buttocks.

However, before Farley could say the price or respond otherwise, Greenhill, who was riding on a well-behaved alpine horse, spoke:

"My lord, this is not a pure-blooded alpine horse, there is part of the blood of the Arathi mountain horse."

"What?? Remy has been assured that these are purebred alpine horses! "From the overly violent reaction of the boss of Farley, it can be seen that he must have bought these horses from a profiteer named Remy for the price of purebred alpine horses.

Greenhill, who had never thought about how to save face for these NPCs, continued:

"And even the alpine horse pedigree of this horse itself is not pure, just some kind of goods."

"It's okay to use it as a donkey, to carry it or as a trailer."

"But as riding horses, I don't think they can even hold on to Ironforge."

"As for the war horse...... Are you really sure that if you use this kind of horse as a war horse, you will not be sued by the logistics officer to a military court? ”

The slightest shameless evaluation, coupled with the identity of the Greenhill Paladin.

Like a blunt knife cutting meat, it left an indelible wound in the heart of the blind-eyed Boss Farley.

After Greenhill finished speaking, Farley, who had no regard for these "alpine horses" as treasures in his eyes, said to Greenhill:

"Thank you for the reminder, thank you very much."

With that, Farley left the stable directly, and judging by the clenched fists, it was clear that the profiteer named Remy was going to be unlucky.

It's not good to lie to anyone, you have to lie to a local snake like Falei.

As an important hub city in the Stormwind Kingdom, even if there is no Greenhill, someone else will reveal it.

At most, it's just a matter of time or night.

Mishan, who withdrew his gaze, looked up at Greenhill and said, "I remember that paladins never lie. ”

"I'm not lying, sir." Greenhill, who came down from the alpine horse, said seriously.

"Even if the bloodline is not pure, as a riding horse, it will not be impossible to reach Ironforge, right?" Misan pointed out the illogical part of Greenhill's words: "After all, even if it is a prototype, it is transported from the north. ”

"I don't think these mongrels won't be flustered when faced with the drakes on the Black Rock Mountain." Greenhill said with a slight smile.

"It'...... too" Misr Shan had nothing to say, because the overland route from Stormwind to Ironforge would have to pass through the Burning Plains and the Scorching Canyon.

These two places are much more dangerous than the wolf-filled Elwyn Forest.

Although Mi Shan didn't understand why he was passing by normally, why he was going to provoke those dragon beasts.

Knowing that Greenhill was actually quibbling, but unable to refute it, Mishan once again had a terrible feeling in his heart and said:

"Even so, it's okay as an ordinary means of transportation, it's just going to Stormwind City."

"No, my lord......" As if expecting Misr to say this, Greenhill said with an expression on his face as if he were doing something sacred:

"Even the King of the Five-Colored Dragons should feel a great honor to be your mount."

"Uh......"