Capítulo 427: Day of the Tournament

At a well-furnished house, Moriarty sat on the computer and used the mouse to draw a card from his memory alone.

It looked rather shabby, but it was good enough to get an idea of what the drawing was about.

Knock, knock.

"Come in." Moriarty responded to the knocking.

The door opened, and Daniel Greedforth entered the room with stacks of papers in his hands.

"I finished the research you asked for," Daniel said, placing the papers on the desk.

Moriarty flipped through the papers and nodded. "Good job. I have another question."

"What is it, sir?" Daniel asked, not caring whether the clock had already shown past midnight.

He was completely dedicated to his work as Moriarty's manager.

"What do you think this depicts?" Moriarty looked at the screen with a drawn picture of the card.

"A puzzle?" Daniel frowned and pointed at the cross. "This cross... what are those?"