Christopher
After leaving Selene's shop, Alexander began his journey again towards his mansion, passing through the city center and trying not to get too lost among the people who occupied the streets. 
Although his spirit was more relieved after the session he had with the witch healer, his being annoyed by the crowds always remained there, clinging to his mind, full of stubbornness.

《And then they ask me why I refuse to go out. 》He said to himself with a slight puff, holding his purse tight with one hand while keeping a quick pace, while still being careful where he set foot.
Victoria
While the crowds streamed with talking and walking, the commerce center had all fortune and variety someone could wish for. Celestia, a town of joy and selling, of course they would be like this.

As some people went left, others right, a few up and down, there was a specific person walking there... A blue-haired boy, holding something in his hand. His nose appeared to be bleeding, he was going... Right in Alexander's direction, but he didn't even notice him. 
His head bumped directly on his chest.
Christopher
In the meanwhile of the walk, he felt a sudden force bumping on his chest, interrupting all of a sudden his pace and lead to look at what went in his own road.
The first thing he saw were blue hair, bright as ever, difficult to lose that color from sight. 
He made a step back, noticing a blood stain on his own shirt, making him look at the face of the young boy.
His nose was bleeding, that wasn't for sure because of the pressure, he could tell that it was by something or someone else.
He took a blank tissue from the pocket of the jacket, offering it to him. After all, at the end of the day, Alexander was still a doctor.

《Look more where you step. If it was for a wall, your nose would be in more critical conditions.》
Ming
The boy looked up, his vision was still hazy from previous events. Trying to focus, squinting his eyes, he saw the red haired man stand before him.

"Oh- I'm so sorry—"
Rubbing one of his eyes, his hands were noticably red. Did he get in a fight? 
His vision shifted downwards, the tissue now in evidence for him. Grabbing the tissue and cleaning his nose, he nodded his head in a thankful way.

"I can't see shit right now... I appreciate the help."
Christopher
After looking more at the guy's figure, not only his nose was bleeding, but the hands were covered with that crimson red.

《I will not ask about what kind of mess you went into, but you need a little adjusting. A crowd in not the good place, follow me.》He said in a cold tone, walking towards a more quiet place of the road that wasn't crowded, gesturing with his eyes to follow.
Ming
"Thank you..."
He tried to keep up with the older man, still trying to focus his vision. Everything seemed blurry. He couldn't barely see where he was going to, but he tried to stay in the path.

Once his vision got better, he sighed.
"I uh... Got in a fight with someone who wanted to rob me-"
Christopher
When he arrived near a empty bench, he placed his purse on it and searching with a hand inside of it.
Listening to the young boy, it wasn't surprising to hear that he got into a fight, was very obvious by the conditions he was walking with.

《Sit here, I will clean your wounds. Any other pain besides your nose? 》He asked calmly, bringing out of the bag some bandages.

《A robbery? Very violent. Did you warned the authorities?》
Ming
He did as he said, sitting down where he signaled. Spreading his body on the bench, he took a long sigh of relief, lightly panting.

"Finally... This feels so good... I'm exhausted..."
Weakily chuckling, he wiped off some more blood from his nose with the tissue.

"I can't... Contact authority. Because— *They* Were authority, hah-"
How could a person of the authority try to rob someone? What was this context?
Christopher
He raised an eyebrow as he lowered a bit to clean his nose with the tissue the boy was holding.
An authority trying to rob a common citizen? Corruption among the high ranks wasn't new, but there was something off into that sentence.

《Authorities trying to rob a single person in group, that's a little too over the extreme. What they were searching from you?》He asked, maybe, slowly, he could've gain more informations.
As he started to use the bandages and some tissue to stop the bleeding from the cavities of his nose, quietly, he used a little of magic to relieve most of the pain.
Ming
He hissed, feeling his nose slightly burn as the man began to treat the boy's nose... Little by little, the pain went away. His expression softened, beginning to act calm. What to even do, he was just... Like a child.

"I... Uhm..." The words hesitated to leave his mouth. The guy seemed so kind, yet so cold. Better than what he had home. "...I finished off a deal with someone, they gave me the money, I gave them my chemicals, but a werid ass guy came to me saying I was robbing them. The other person ran away immediately— I didn't do anything!"

Of course, he didn't explain the situation fully. A boy, who worked for a family business, somewhat recognized by a few dealers, could know he was a trickster.
Christopher
Chemicals? A detail that raised more his suspicious thoughts about the truth of the events that happened to the young man.

《A interesting... Situation.》Dealing was something he saw more in the undergrounds, the type to feed the criminals wallets and reduce other lives in misery.

《Listen, sir. It is not my first time seeing and hearing these kind of situations. What kind of chemicals?》He asked as he gently finished to bandage his nose, checking for other injuries on his hands.
Ming
"What type of chemicals? I uh... Produce a sleeping gas, I mix it with some chemicals and sell it to people interested."
He extended his hands, his knuckles were reddish-fresh.
Christopher
He started to clean gently his knuckles, being careful to not provoke him any annoying sensation.

《Sleeping gas. Sure a dealing that doesn't create _any_ trouble.》He sighed as he wiped off the blood, looking with serious eyes the young boy.

《Then it wasn't a robbery at all.》
Ming
"Was that irony...? I do worse, that's my attempt to achieve independency from my family—"

He hissed again, squinting his eyes.
"FUCK! I'm fine, I'm fine... It was a robbery, he stole my items thinking that I was a criminal! ... I mean uh- Yes... No...? But I wasn't doing that, I was doing my own business and he came, punching me and stole my shit!"
Christopher
His expression was more doubtful as he talked, but, at the end, it was the classic robbery from another dealer. Nothing new, something that in the undergrounds happened very often.

《Firstly, you are very young to do this without knowing if you can be sure to win a fight. Secondly: it was one from the authorities or someone's else?》He asked as he started to placing the bandages around his hands.
Ming
"I have no clue... Authority or not, he acted like one. And even if I'm too young, it's not my fault..."

He felt tonguetied, not being able to describe himself.
Christopher
He sighed a bit, placing the stained tissues on a pocket of the purse, so later he could have throw them away.

《Direction of the person that reduced you in this condition?》He asked with a cold tone, still studying the figure of the boy.
He wanted to achieve indipendency, but using dangerous methods to do that. It was more of a desperate way to escape.
Ming
"Why do you want to know...?"

He raised an eyebrow, slightly worried about what was the man about to do.
Christopher
《A question is not the answer to another question. So, telling would be helpful to know how to avoid the same path.》His gaze was sharp and intimidating even if his behavior was calm as ever, but, he wasn't saying the truth.
His emotionless expression was difficult to study, to know his true intentions.
Ming
"...Fourth street."
He sighed, answering Alexander's question.

"You're not going to give me into authorties, right-?"
Christopher
《I don't have any reason, only if you will not keep your eyes on my purse while I will be gone. Wait there.》He stood up, taking off his jacket and placing it on the bench as he started to walk towards the same direction the boy talked about.
Without the coat, his figure, even if tall, had a fragile physique, delicate. How someone like him was able to do something about? 
There was only one way to find out.
Ming
"O-On it..."
He stayed still on the bench, gripping that purse with all his life, like a little kid following their dad's orders.
Christopher
Time passed since the last time the young boy saw the red-haired doctor, maybe ten minutes, probably more. That short time could seem an eternity, but not for Alexander. Not when he was _enjoying_.

After a while, his figure could be seen among the crowd as he was making his way back, intact, mantaining something in one hand as this was covered with a glove.

《Take, make sure to not get yourself caught with these. Magical sleeping gas, not effective if someone doesn't know how to manage.》He placed on the boy's hands the package he lost as he took his purse.
A little part of the right sleeve was slightly burned, if looked carefully at. Besides, his hands weren't covered before.
Pamela
[[WAIT LIKE— hold on
Ming
"Hu— Oh, hi! I thought you were gonna dip out and leave me here!"
He grabbed the package, smiling. At the same time, he extended his hand with Alexander's purse.
"Uhm... I made sure to look over the bag, it's still intact."
Christopher
《Noticed. Anyway, you will not have someone robbing you the next times.》He said as he took the coat to wear it again, closing the purse.

《What is your name, sir.?》
Ming
"Thank you, you have no idea how much this means for me..."
His smile grew, even a chuckle was let out.
"I'm Nicola! And you?"
Christopher
《Alexander Deroy.》A name quite popular in Celestia, a doctor working in the slums for the good of the poor people, but a nightmare for the criminals lurking there.
In fact, he was recognized as "Butcher" For them, in fact, it wasn't something new that some bad people disappeared from nowhere. And the law always closed an eye.
Ming
"Nice to meet you! Uh... What should I call you?"
He tilted his head. Should he be formal?
Christopher
《Mr. Deroy, this is how they call me for formality.》He checked the purse, mostly to organize the plants and the vials prepared in the meanwhile of his journey. Those were used for alchemy, if someone was enough careful to notice that. 
Besides, he didn't want to have chaos inside of the bag, wasn't professional at all.

《Where do you live, mr. Nicola?》
Ming
"Alright, Mr. Deroy!"
He gave a quick look around the area they were in, sighing.*

"I uhm... I live in Kazumaki. I like staying here though, way more peaceful."
Christopher
《From Kazumaki to Celestia? Quite a long journey, mr. Nicola. Why not selling in your own place?》He asked curiously while placing some plants in the vials.
Ming
"I have to stay with my family... I can't do it without them.More like they can't do it without me."
Christopher
He looked at him while finishing to organizing his bag, placing it around his shoulder once again.
The boy was quite a puzzle, he was sincere but not too much. Of course, talking to a strange openly wasn't a wise choice.

《If you are going to "Achieve indipendency", you should not think that you truly can't do without them, but talking here in a open space is not wise. Especially because I don't want to have problems.》
In fact, what he caused before during his absence was something that caught later the attentions of true authorities, searching on the crowd. Luckily, Alexander noticed them first.

《We will talk in my manor. If you want to go separate ways, I understand, but the same will not be with the true law.》He said as he was starting to walk over another direction.
Ming
Again, he seemed way too tonguetied for his own good. He was surely hiding something, but it wasn't optional for him to say it.
"Mhm... It's really complicated, sorry, hah."

He blinked a few times taking the next informations in. A manor? Was he rich?
"Nonono, I- I want to go!"
He stood up and caught up to his pacing.