 Welcome back once again. I am continuing my adventure to the Lord Regions. Heavily barricaded home. Plays. Trying not to get seen while I kill all these bastards. It's like a game of pretentious catch. Aha! Now you see me, now you don't. Or maybe you do, but just think that if you pretend, I will go away. Really, quite a... Oh! And the general didn't have a key to this place. What disappointment that is. This could be quite a lot of fun. Security room key? What nonsense is this now? Anything around these boxes? Nope. Good day, sir. Let's make sure that the maid does not suffer in the process. A lot of guardsmen. But there will be no issue. My dear sir. You remain ignorant unto death as you were in life. Aha! Let's see. All the rooms are far away. Now you die. One by one, the Lord Regions' loyal men are melting away. Just like they should. Let's close this door. They dig the imperial egg. And be on my way before the guards show up. Hello. Goodbye, Rot. Oh, it's a toilet. I think it's time to go... Oh, oh, I know that sound. My dear torturer. Oh, I see. You're another of those obsessed. Fascinating. Another of those obsessed. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Is this for the outsider? Fascinating. Oh, dear. Ah, yeah, I remember. Now the torturer was Granny Rack's little lovely boy. That's right. We read about it a few episodes ago in one of Granny Rack's diaries. Or did she talk about it the last time we saw her? I can't recall. Let's see. Oh, dearie, dearie. Down in the cellars, oh, dearie. Why won't you come out to see me? When you were here, we made them scream, didn't we? Come back to visit. And I'll give you another present, carved and shiny. You aren't much in the way of proper conversation, mind you. But I do love to watch you work. Come back and I'll tell you stories, such stories. Your dear Granny. And now for another episode of Outsider. Here you are, Corvo, within the high walls of your enemy's stronghold. What an impressive sight you make on your way to face the Lord Regent. Thank you. How will you end his reign Oh, I believe the blood it is. Fascinating. I really like that guy. Isn't there a way to, you know, take this guy down? I suppose not. Ratcatchers' work is never done. In my actual form I'm rather a rat murderer, but really that's besides the point. Let's see, where is the next room? Okay, 74 meters away. Now, dark vision. You didn't see me again. I need you to stop walking around, my dear. Oh no! Who would do something like that? Goodbye. See, I'm just protecting you guys from the truth. If you only knew that this dark and pleasant fellow is now dead, you would be so scared right out of your mind. Now let's see, let's see, what shall we do now? I should probably make my way up, eventually. Whoops. Might not want to go that way. Don't really want to go down either. Yes, so strange, all of them. Gentle as alarm? The man torches people. I mean, if that's gentle as alarm, I do not want to know what this guard just now understands as being cruel. Security room key, excellent. Any coins? Anything? No? Oh, oh, oh. The second I was already here. I'm moving in circles. Such fun. Fine, fine, fine. How did you not notice me? More to the point, how did I not notice you? Geez, I'm getting sloppy, boys. Dammit, you're too loud. I don't like loud people. I'm going to close the door for you in case you decide you want to be too loud. Oh, oh, oh. Good doggy. Good, good doggy. Stylish, so stylish. I finally did one of those kills that I'm, oh, it's so, so looking forward to. Good, good, good, good, good, good. No one heard you, dearie. Fine. Be quiet. Be very, very, very quiet, dearie. Something horrible and really won't happen. Oh. Restricts the lying tongue that is like a spark in a man's mouth. It is such a little thing, yet from one spark an entire city may burn to the ground. Fascinating. Are you, you're a nervous here, aren't you? One of those with the magical boxes that cancel out my powers. Restrict roving feet that love to trespass. Unpleasant people. The pain of heed to the boundary stones they wander into foreign lands only to return with their souls blackened by iniquity. Oh no, iniquity. Are you done? That'll slope it. I misclicked. Have a sea chant. I suspect that that's what you've been reading from. So, friend of all animals, that's who I am. Influences of the outsider. Let's see. Brother, with an anxious heart I respond to your letter. Your suspicion is true. I have grave misgivings about those presiding over Dunwall Tower. I have only recently resolved my disagreements with Diabe. And it has come upon me as a surprise that some lobbying for me to take up the mantle of high overseer. That's Martin, isn't it? But despite all that is going on I hope to advise you personally in this matter. Last time you wrote, you speculated that the mute who serves as a torturer within Dunwall Tower might be the follower of the outsider. He is an odd countenance. His tongue is twisted and he cannot speak. And the wolfhound follows him about. And to this, the incomprehensible groaning and the lethargy of repeated whispers you hear coming from his chambers at night and it seems certain at first I found it hard to believe. How could one I admire so such as the Lord Regent for allow this to go and check because surely he must respect the seven strict chairs. But now I see the pieces arranged before me. I must tell you. It aligns with a vision experienced by one of our sisters from the miraculous sect. A sect which I haven't met in the game at all so far. Or want rather. Coming to me in the night she spoke. Silence inflicts pain and a hound's shadow follows and the position of the tower has been of great use to our order and there is no shame in reporting back to me. You're an overseer first and foremost and it is your sole duty to protect the world of men from the malevolent influences of the outsider. Tell no others of this and await my instructions. I must wonder how high up into the old tower description has spread. Interesting. Those are the seven strict chairs which we have gone over previously as well. That was fascinating I'll admit but it is time to go back to more bloodletting activity. Dark vision. It will not help you I'm afraid. So close. To be honest I don't know much of a care about the guards. Empress Jezemine Caldwin Many of those who live through her reign will weep until the end of their lives over the pale beauty with the piercing eyes and the lovely heart and the foul end she met at the hands of her own twisted servant and protector lies. In her father's day the Caldwins were trusting to the limelight despite their distance to the Trion when the former dynasty provided no heirs. A prosperous age followed the emperor but his daughter would have different luck. During her short life political intrigue and minor conflicts created cracks in the empire and the mining unity across the isles. The rat plague however was a terror for which neither empress Caldwin nor any other living being was prepared. Can I take this painting? Yes! The most beautiful piece of art. Wrong button. Interesting. That was a really nice way of getting between the rooms and of course the Lord Regent has a room as well because why the hell not? Not at all creepy or weird Lord Regent. Not at all. As far as I can take any of these paintings too little, too small too tiny isn't that supposed to be the original painting of him? Tyrion. Whoops. I did it again. Whoa! This door literally closed around me. A depressing thing if you've ever had it happen. Burnsham broadcast control station I should probably make my stop there. Oh. Don't suppose there is some sort of a note? Oh, I've read this. Anything to give me information on that safe? On here. How disappointing. But it's a graze but hide yourself away. I shall continue as if nothing has transpired. What is this sizzling sound? Oh! Oh! But that's one of the bad sizzling sound snarls for sure. Now the question is how do I avoid this? It is. Oh my. Awful, dreadful, terrible, horrible thing. This message is a directive from Lord Regent himself. We must all trust in the region. Please don't hurt me. Because I spare my life and I can help you beat him. He makes recordings on audiograph secrets. Some would destroy him if others heard played on this amplifier. His confessions will be broadcast throughout the city. He'll be ruined. The card you want is in a safe in the Lord Regent's room. But I was able to see the combination over his shoulder. 935. Trust me, once recorded on that card we'll do the trick. So the plan is to play all of this and then kill him. Because killing the Lord Regent is only sensible. You know? Da, da, da, da, da, da. Call me. Much better now. Gods, I hate this broadcast control key thingy. Alright. Should be clear from here to the Lord Regent's office. I believe. I hope. I think. I pray. 935. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 1, 2, 3, 5, Imperial Jewel box. I suppose everyone needs. Something for a rainy day. Lord Spymaster. We had a specific agreement and I planned around it. The royal protector wasn't part of that agreement. You showed me that she and the girl would be alone. So the price of the job just went up. Send the coin to the alternate dead drop. Or you can be sure we'll come calling Daught. Awesome. I still want to kill him after. It's not going to be a problem, is it? Do the nonlittle then to do do the little thing. Must be done. Who was the day's and filth and drink without hose or occupations other than to beg for the coin for which the rest of us toil and it was a simple plan. Bring the disease bearing rats from the Pandisium continent and let them take care of the perfectly a dad at first. But the rats, oh, it was as if they sought to undo me. They hid from the catchers and bred at sickening rate. Soon it didn't matter, rich, poor, all were falling sick and then people began to ask the Empress assigned me to investigate whether the rats had been imported by a foreign power. I knew the truth would come out eventually so there was no other way than to be rid of her and take power myself. She had to die, you see. She had to die bringing about the death of an Empress is not an easy thing. But it gave me the chance to attack the plague with some real authority. Quarantine's deportation of the sick. But there's always some idiot woman searching for her wretched lost babe or some sniveling workman searching for his missing wife and then Quarantine is broken but you can see how my plan should have worked. Would have worked if everyone had just followed orders. You are unpleasant and quite sickening and I'm going to go out of my way just to murder you. No offense. This is treason. It's over Hyrum. Your head will roll for what you've done. No! I'll make you rich man if you just let me go. I beg you. Damn! See why I did that, I have no idea but hey, it was fun. Fun, fun, fun while it lasted. Woops. Super fun. And with this, the life of the lord Regent Ent. Just to walk a few more meters and I will be done with this horrible place. The way is clear. See everything is fine. Everything is wonderful. Not only did I expose the world to the truth but I also ended that horrible person. Is it all done? You ready to go back to the hound pits? Absolutely. Thanks to you Corvo. Alright, let's go. I admit I did miss a rune and a bone charm but hey what the heck. All arms rung. Hostiles killed, 30. Huh, it felt like not a body over 29 was dropped.